Prayer Great Spirit,I try to speak to you in the language of poets, but I stumble over the noble words, falling gracelessly into the speech of the everyday. I do not have the words that fly like hummingbirds in the morning mist. Instead, I walk barefoot and stuttering into your Presence, pouring forth my prayers like rough stones on the sand. But listen,dear Spirit, these words,rough and simple, are my very own. So, using them, I stand and say to you that you are everything that I could ever want. In the faces of those I love, I recognize you. In the dark of the night, I feel your aliveness touch me. What I ask of you is everything, beginning and ending with your vivid Presence in my every waking and sleeping moment. What I offer to you are my rough stones and my bare feet, and my desire to speak with you and walk with you for all of my life.