These shots were taken within a few minutes of each other looking across
the peaks and valleys of the Great Smoky Mountain National Park.
As the day slowy gives way to the coming night, the last rays spread
their beauty across the mountains in one last hoorah!
And the bright white light softly filtered by the clouds
changes before our eyes to a warm yellow and gold
before fading into that orange glow marking the end of another
beautiful day in God's wonderful creation.
Oh, Great Spirit
Whose voice I hear in the winds,
And whose breath gives life to all the world,
hear me, I am small and weak,
I need your strength and wisdom.
Le me walk in beauty and make my eyes ever behold
the red and purple sunset.
Make my hands respect the things you have
made and my ears sharp to hear your voice.
Make me wise so that I may understand the things
you have taught my people.
Let me learn the lessons you have
hidden in every leaf and rock.
I seek strength, not to be greater than my brother,
but to fight my greatest enemy - myself.
Make me always ready to come to you
with clean hands and straight eyes.
So when life fades, as the fading sunset,
my Spirit may come to you without shame.
Native American Prayer
4 comments:
what a nice and quiet place it must be ! love the poem too !
Thanks Marty, it is a very quite and peaceful place. No cars, no phones to ring, not even any power to run all those noisy gadgets we depend on. Temperature has never been above 80 degrees and a little cover feels good at night even in summer.
This is a beautiful poem. So happy to find your blog. Will visit often.. Susie
Thank you Susie. Likewise on your site. I tried to leave you a comment last night but for some reason blogger would not recognize my name and would not allow me to comment on several blogs. I'm afraid my computer is needing a visit to the shop.
Have a blessed day!
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