Great Spirit, we know we are again on the trails You
have laid out for us, and we extend You permission if we
go off on our own ways again to do what is needed to
bring us back to Your trails quickly and with silence.
Please let our spirits stay clean and pure, always let
our guts & our guidance, our feelings & our thoughts
be led by You; now Your plans for us, not our plans for
ourselves. We see with the eyes of children and need You
as our Parent. We now want only what You want for, and
of, us, of Your Spirit, and not our spirits' selfish desires.
Thank You for each new morning when we see You in the
sunrise, thank you for the coming of each night’s sunset
when You may speak inside of us as the sun is asleep; we
too must sleep when it is time for sleeping, both. If we are
restless in each other it ruins the balance of things, we now
know it is not right for that to happen and will make us crazy.
That is the way of things in the world of those who breathe,
and also in the world of the lost spirits and we thank You for
each sorrow as much as for each joy, both. Please fill us with Your
wisdom to understand that there must be a balance in things so
we again don't lose our way. We trust in You to give us the
gift of ourselves as we are; we are broken, tired, hungry,
and in pain, each of us in different ways, but also the same.
We shall trust in You that this is the way of both worlds as You
let it be, and that neither place is our Final Home. In all ways and
at all times, we will believe that if we just listen, we will always have
ears to hear You without fear, for fear is what is causing problems.
Keep us always guided by the Helper so we may not lead each other
astray, and that we might not yearn for any companionship
in each other; we know it is not a time for that anymore.
Let us be content being broken, and be grateful even in
having these hearts of children, reminding us to be wary
with how we show them, reminding us that such hearts can
be unintentionally seductive to others, as not to hurt any with
our carelessness in how we let our hearts speak. Help us to accept
these flawed hearts upon us as the blessings they are, as mysteries
that we should learn to embrace instead of asking questions. We now
will accept what created them as this is also just the way of things. We
know now & always that both worlds need all types of hearts, even our kind.
Let us never forget these lessons You have shown us clearly, both.
Let Your words be sliced upon our hearts. Let us never doubt any of
Your true signs and Your wonders, and have us pay no heed to any false
signs or wonders. Give us trust in what happens to us, but to not again
ever let our human and flawed love for each other make a wrong-
headed attempt to fill in spots that are meant for only Your love.
Remind us that Your love working through our tired hands,
our foggy minds, our broken hearts, and our confused spirits,
can conquer any fears that may grip us, that these fears are no
part of us, but that they are an outside Deceiver of us, and a most
terrible temptation, sending them fleeing before they can touch.
Remind us always that there can be only a proper place for
a proper love, Your love and our love, both. Your love is
always enough; nothing else is needed, and it is very
wrong-headed to think our human love can save
in a way that only Your love can save, and by
only Your sacrifice. Give us love for You, love
for all of The People, and give us love for
ourselves. We now know we need love
for ourselves, or it will make us crazy.
When we are filled up with any strength,
let us know that strength comes only right
from You, and Your strength is only lent not to
fight with others, but to fight against the worst
in ourselves. When it is time to meet You, may You
help us meet You without ***** faces, for You are the
only Waters that can wash us both, are always ready to
clean the grime of both these worlds away; never let us forget
to ask this of You, both. Please help us to be ready to meet You
every day, but never rush toward any day that You are not ready
for us yet; always Your way, in Your time, never again our own.
So as each saskatoon berry does not know nor understand
when its neighbour is ripe, only the Picker of the berries
is meant to know these things, let us be content that
the Picker does not pick berries except when ripe
and perfect for His wasna made in Mahpiya.
We will listen, hearing Your voice wherever it is;
Your voice in the winds that spread the little seeds,
Your voice in the rains that bring them to sprout,
Your voice in the sunshine that ripens their fruit,
Your voice in the saskatoons You give us as food
to do Your work, and our own in creating as is
Your way. Please give us a strength always filled
with peace so we may face all things without these
fears tempting us over again. Banish all fears from us,
except that one fear of disappointing You. Please help us
to care for each other still with the right compassion that is
Your gift, and we know is so pleasing to You, not the sort of it
that overwhelms us into needless sorrows and desires that
are not of You, but of us, both. When grief becomes too
heavy to carry, for these are both worlds with losses to
bear, help us always remember that it is the way of all
things as You have let them to be, that they shall feel
light in our hands and on our backs with Your help.
Let us not forget that both of these places are
camps, that Earth and all its problems will pass
for all who may live, and for those up ahead so also
with those problems in that world of restless spirits,
who struggle to let go of things; we shall be determined
greatly in ourselves by the Great Wisdom You have shared.
Fill us with belief that all who mourn will meet again one
day, and let that sustain a joy of anticipation and wonder, for
the day when Your Sun will rise high into the sky straight overhead
and will never, ever set again forever. Until that day arrives, let
one of us be free to love anew without any feelings of guilt or shame,
let both of us always be free of clinging to what was instead of things
up ahead on the new trails that now must diverge, as You will it, so shall
we obey, and pardon of us our past mistakes in holding too tightly, and all
those who may have been hurt in the doing of this thing; now we understand.
Whether Your winds blow from wioheumpata, itokaga, wioyakpiyata, or waziyata
we shall go with Your winds, never against, nor ever stay stuck in one place in fear. A'ho!
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I'm not a fan when someone is doing neither themselves nor anyone else any harm of presuming to tell them what they can and cannot believe. I don't like it being done to me (especially since my belief system is very different than most folks especially). I don't like being told what to believe, so I don't believe in doing that to others, obviously.
What being shared now, this is just something that came to me very clearly after I finally took some good advice, and I cried for a vision for the first time. I'm not saying it's "real" (whatever that even means), and I'm not saying much of anything as I'm no preacher, and, again, think people should believe what they want to. I just know I prayed this every day afterwards for many, many months while imagining my late wife was praying it right along side my spirit from the world of the ancestors, and that that imagining really helped me so very, very much; so above that gifted, received, not written, prayer, yes, gifted, words that fell upon me, what I at the time referred to as a "Kimi-Bomb" I called them, and this the biggest one of all, I didn't crack it open, it cracked itself, and healed me if you can accept that term after 29 years of suffering, unable to figure out why she took her life five months pregnant and both of us seeming to be really happy.
If anyone is to get this far, thank you so much for indulging me. I know this isn't much of a poem, if it can be called poem at all, but it helped me immensely and my hope is that maybe somehow something in it may help another person even a fraction of how it helped me, that's it.
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