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| 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 stoped at my birth and laid itself at my feet.
And i shall swallow the earth whole whin i die,And the earth and i will be one .
Hail great spirit, my father,with him no one could Exist because there would be no will to live.
Hail the earth, my mother, wich no food could be grown and so cause the will to live to starve.
Hail the wind,my grandmother, for she brings loving,
life-giving 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 witch,
not i ,nor you,nor anyone else could have existed.
Life gives life witch 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.
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