An Indian Prayer

My grandfather is the fire
My grandmother is the wind
The Earth is my mother
The Great Spirit is my father

The World stopped at my birth
and laid itself at my feet

And I shall swallow the Earth whole
when I die
and the Earth and I will be one

Hail The Great Spirit, my father
without him no one could exist
because there would be no will to live

Hail The Earth, my mother
without which no food could be grown
and so cause the will to live to starve

Hail the wind, my grandmother
for she brings loving, lifegiving rain
nourishing us as she nourishes our crops

Hail the fire, my grandfather
for the light, the warmth, the comfort he brings
without which we be animals, not men

Hail my parent and grandparents
without which
not I
nor you
nor anyone else
could have existed

Life gives life
which gives unto itself
a promise of new life

Hail the Great Spirit, The Earth, the wind, the fire
praise my parents loudly
for they are your parents, too

Oh, Great Spirit, giver of my life
please accept this humble offering of prayer
this offering of praise
this honest reverence of my love for you.

Rainwalker

They have taken me from the wild
But they’ll never take the wild from me
My soul is of the earth
My spirit is forever free

I run swift as the Deer
My eyes are keen as the Hawk
I am strong as the Oak
I am light and dark

I speak with my Forefathers
In our native tounge
From the heavens fall the waters
Their tears for their loved ones

Visions they behold me
My escape to the worlds past
Why was I born in times like these
Where thorns block my paths

They’ve taken me from the wild
But they’ll never take the wild from me
It’s in my blood, it’s in my spirit
Forever it will be
For I am Rainwalker