An Indian Prayer

Oh Great Spirit: Whose voice I hear in the winds and whose breath gives

life to all the world. Hear me. I am a boy before you, one of your many

children. I am small and weak. I need your strength and wisdom. Let me walk

in beauty and make my eyes ever behold the red and purple sunset. Make my

hands respect the things you have made. My ears sharp to hear your voice.

Make me wise, so that I may know the things you have taught my people, the

lessons you have hidden in every leaf and rock. I seek strength, not to be

superior to my brothers, but to be able to fight my greatest enemy, myself.

Make me ever ready to come to you with clean hands and straight eyes so

when life fades as a fading sunset, my spirit may come to you without shame.

                                                                                                Tom White Cloud


The stone was erected by the Amochk Lodge Order of the Arrow