I thought I would share this prayer, I think it shares alot in common with The Prayer of St. Francis, that gave me some comfort when my dad passed away last year, I am more into native spirituality, then Christian ideology, I am not against anyone regardless of their religion, I tend to think of my self as a being spiritual agnostic, if there is such a thing.
AN INDIAN PRAYER
Oh Great Spirit,
whose voice I hear in the wind,
and whose breath gives life to all the world,
hear my prayer.
Let me walk in beauty through all my days.
May my eyes see sunrise freshness,
and sunset glory.
Make my hands respect the things you have made,
and my ear sharp to hear your many voices.
I am small and weak.
I need your strength and wisdom.
Make me wise, that I may learn the lessons you teach my people,
the lessons you have hidden in every leaf and rock.
I seek strength, not to be superior to my brother,
but to fight my greatest enemy, myself.
Oh Great Spirit, hear me.
Make me ready.
So when life fades to a last sunset,
my spirit will come to you without shame.
I recited this prayer at my dad's burial last year, but heard back from one of my sisters that it was a bunch of native mumbo jumbo, which means "a meaningless ritual". Needlessly to say I was hurt quite bad, because it was from my heart, that I wanted to share this prayer