“To pray you open your whole self
To sky, to earth, to sun, to moon
To one whole voice that is you
That you can't see, can't hear
Can't know except in moments
Steadly growing, and in languages
That aren't always sound but other
Like eagle that Sunday morning
Over Salt River. Circled in blue sky
In wind, swept our hearts clean
We see you, see ourselves and know
That we must take the utmost care
And kindness in all things.
Breathe in, knowing we are made of
All this, and breathe, knowing
We are truly blessed because we
Were born, and die soon within a
Like eagle rounding out the morning
We pray that it will be done
Art: Grandfather Sun Medicine by Leah Marie Dorion, https://www.leahdorion.ca