Spirit Of The Bear

Archive 8

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

Nah ' Hak (Melanie)