Sun, my relative, be good coming out.
Do something good for us.
Make me work, so I can do anything in the garden.
I hoe, I plant corn, I irrigate.
You, sun, be good going down at sunset.
We lay down to sleep, I want to feel good.
While I sleep you come up.
Go on your course many times.
Make good things for us.
Make me always the same as I am now.
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Author:
James Michael (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A Native American prayer from the book “When The Light Was Subdued, Our Songs Came Through”.
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Good write J.
Thanks orchi for commenting. Native American poetry and prose has become very influential to me.
wonderfully subtle
yet overflowing with sincerity
thanks for sharing
(and this is not accounting
for how much
contextual depth, we lose
in translation)
Very true insight you have mentioned. Most of their words were passed on orally, and I’m certain, many things have been overlooked in translation.
Thanks for the visit L.B.
‘Make me always the same as I am now’ is very powerful stuff, my friend! Feels like a counter to ‘remember me as I was not as I am.’ Like reveling in all that makes up a person, be it good or bad
Glad you found that line powerful. I’m sure that during the most difficult times Native Americans found comfort in their prayers. I’m finding great prose and poetry like this one in the books I’m reading.
Thanks my friend for the visit.
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