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