Native American -------- 23rd Psalm

The Great Maker up in Heaven my Shepherd is. I belong to Him. I want not. He throws me a Rope and the name of the Rope is Love,and He draws me gently, to a place where the grass is green and the water is not dangerous and I hear and lie down satisfied. Some days I get very weak and fall down, but He lifts me up and gives me a new life again. He leads me into a good trail. He always keeps his word. Some-time, it may be a little time, a long time, a long, long time, I do not know, He will draw me into a deep place between the mountains. It is dark there but I pull back not and I will be afraid not, for it is in there that The Great Shepherd Chief will meet me and then the hunger that I have felt in my heart all through this lifewill satisfied be. Sometimes He makes the Love Rope into a whip but afterwards He gives me a good stick to lean on. For me He sets a table with every good thing to eat on it. He puts His hand on my head and all the "tired" is gone. He fills my cup 'til it runs over. Whit I tell you is straight. I speak with one tongue, I talk two ways not.
All along the trail ahead I will have good things and afterwards I will move to The Big Teepee with the Great Shepherd Chief.

---Unknown

Native American Prayer

Do not stand by my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am a diamond glint of snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain

----Unknown

The background is courtesy of Ishaah.
The music is R. Carlos Nakai's Daybreak Vision.