October 3, 2009

A Prayer

It’s a little past 4 a.m. There’s a hint of orange in the horizon. There is no trace of the Typhoon Parma, and the siling labuyo is safe. For now. In the quiet stillness, I say this:

A Sioux Prayer

Grandfather, Great Spirit, you have always been, and before you nothing has been. There is no one to pray to but you. The star nations all over the heavens are yours, and yours are the grasses of the earth. You are older than all need, older than all pain and prayer.

Grandfather, Great Spirit, all over the world the faces of living ones are alike. With tenderness thay have come up out of the ground. Look upon your children with children in their arms, that they may face the winds and walk the good road to the day of quiet.

Grandfather, Great Spirit, fill us with the light. Give us the strength to understand and the eyes to see. Teach us to walk the soft earth as relatives to all that live.




I hope everyone wakes up to a great morning!

6 comments:

Droomvla said...

Kagayon man sadi na prayer. :)

Rudy said...

Last Saturday, when my uncle told us via text message that the typhoon didn't wreak that much havoc in the Bicol region (at least in Albay, where he is), I knew that Metro Manila would be spared. Sadly though, the northernmost part of Luzon bore the brunt of Parma...

Anonymous said...

this is an insightful blog you got here. I am keeping you on my blog role, is that okay? btw, i too am from bicol, in Albay. More power, more coffee and keep on writing.

cherie said...

amo, magayunon ini, menchie.

Jesusa said...

this is really uplifting:)

Cherie said...

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