An Eagles
Prayer
To pray you open your
whole self
To sky, to earth, to sun, to moon
To one whole voice that is
you
And know there is more
That you can't see, can't hear
Can't know except in
moments
Steadily growing, and in languages
That aren't always sound but
other
Circles of motion.
Like eagle that Sunday
morning
Over Salt River. Circled in blue sky
In wind, swept our hearts
clean
With sacred wings.
We see you, see
ourselves and know
That we must take the utmost care
And kindness in all
things.
Breathe in, knowing we
are made of
All this, and breathe, knowing
We are truly blessed because
we
Were born, and die soon within a
True circle of motion,
Like eagle rounding out
the morning
Inside us.
We pray that it will be done
In beauty.
by
Joy Harjo
