Saturday poem: May I walk in beauty



Translated by Chief Yellowlark, 1887

Oh, Great Spirit, whose voice I hear in the winds
Whose breath gives life to the world, hear me
I come to you as one of your many children
I am small and weak
I need your strength and wisdom

May I walk in beauty
Make my eyes ever behold the red and purple sunset.
Make my hands respect the things you have made
And my ears sharp to your voice.
Make me wise so that I may know the things you have taught your children.

The lessons you have written in every leaf and rock
Make me strong!
Not to be superior to my brothers, but to fight my greatest enemy … myself

Make me ever ready to come to you with straight eyes,
So that when life fades as the fading sunset,
May my spirit come to you without shame.

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2 Responses

  1. Arabella

    Beautiful Andrew, I’m writng that one out for the family, thank you again.

  2. Bob

    i used to work in Castlemaine – there are people there who think like this – just about says it all.