Freedom

O Great Spirit why do you hide from a piece of clay, who seeks to understand how to be a better lump.

 

My prayers are heavy like iron. I humble myself on sacred ground, and I cannot hear you when you speak.  Give ear to my humble supplications, and answer my doubts and fears.

 

It has been many passing’s of the moon since I have heard from your compassion. Here I sit on a mountain top, in ashes and humbleness.  My tears are as the streams that run down into the valleys below, and still I cannot find you.

 

I come to you with singleness of heart. To worship you as my fathers did before me. We were a nation that followed and worshiped only one Spirit, who has created all that can be seen, and what cannot.

 

You revealed your name to our fathers and they made it known to their children and we kept your name a secret and reveal it to our children. We speak your name in reverence and think not lightly upon it.   

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