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HEY-A-A-HEY ! HEY-A-A-HEY ! HEY-A-A-HEY ! Grandfather, Great
Spirit, once more behold me on earth and lean to hear my
feeble voice. You lived first, and you are older than all
need, older than all prayer....all things belong to
you...the two-leggeds , the four leggeds , the wings of the
air and all green things that live.....You have set the
powers of the four quarters to cross each other....the good
road and the road of difficulties You have made to cross,
and where they cross , the place is Holy....day in and day
out , forever , You are the life of things.....
You have said to me when I was still young and could hope,
that in difficulty I should send a voice four times, once
for each quarter of the earth......
Today I send a voice for a people in dispair.
From the West You have given me the Cup of Living Water and
the Sacred Bow ...the power to make live and to
destroy.....You have given me a Sacred Wind and the Herb
from where the White Giant lives....the cleansing power and
the healing.....The Daybreak Star and the Pipe , you have
given from the East ; and from the South the Nations' Sacred
Hoop and the Tree that was to bloom......To the centre of
the world you have taken me and showed the goodness and
beauty and the strangeness of the greening earth...the only
Mother - and there the spirit shapes of things, as they
should be , you have shown me and I have seen....At the
centre of this Sacred Hoop You have said that I should make
the Tree to bloom.
With tears running, O Great Spirit, Great Spirit , my
Grandfather - with running tears I must say that the Tree
has never bloomed....A pitiful old man , You see me here ,
and I have fallen away and have done nothing....Here at the
centre of the world, where You took me when I was young and
taught , here , old , I stand , and the Tree is withered ,
Grandfather, my Grandfather !
Again , and maybe the last time on this earth , I recall the
great vision You sent me....it may be that some little root
of the Sacred Tree still lives.
Nourish it then , that it may leaf and bloom and fill with
singing birds...Hear me , not for myself , but for my people
; I am old.... Hear me that they may once more go back into
the Sacred Hoop and find the Good Red Road, the shielding
Tree !
In sorrow I am sending a feeble voice , O Six Powers of the
World...hear me in my sorrow, for I may never call
again....O make my people live !
This Prayer by Black Elk was delivered at Harney Peak in the
Black Hills, in 1931......( taken from " Touch the Earth " )
Is this not still so appropriated at this time....please ,
send a Prayer!
Love and Light
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