May You Always Walk In

I Looked About Me Once Again, And Suddenly The Dancing Horses Without Number Changed Into Animals Of Every Kind And Into All The Fowls That Are, And These Fled Back To The Four Quarters Of The World From Whence The Horses Came, And Vanished.

The Great Spirit Is Everywhere; He Hears Whatever Is In Our Minds And Our Hearts, And It Is Not Necessary To Speak To Him In A Loud Voice.

I Was Four Years Old Then, And I Think It Must Have Been The Next Summer That I First Heard The Voices.

I Did Not Know Then How Much Was Ended. When I Look Back Now From This High Hill Of My Old Age, I Can Still See The Butchered Women And Children Lying Heaped And Scattered All Along The Crooked Gulch As Plain As When I Saw Them With Eyes Still Young. And I Can See That Something Else Died There In The Bloody Mud, And Was Buried In The Blizzard. A People's Dream Died There. It Was A Beautiful Dream.

Let Every Step You Take Upon The Earth Be As A Prayer.