GRANDFATHER'S PRAYER FOR TODAY.
Today, My Creator may I enter in the realm of the remembering so I may hear the
Sacred Songs of the Ancestors.

Song of the Black Tailed Deer.

In the very beginning of life,
My life was that of the herb, I lived of the herb and the plant
and the trees and the roots,
But that life has gone.

Then my life was that of the buffalo.
I lived of the buffalo-sustained life for clothing,
for warmth in the winter and the spring.
In ceremonies and prayers,
My life is that of the buffalo,
But that life has gone.

My life is that of the white man.
I do things like the white man,
I talk like the white man,
I dress like the white man,
And that life has gone.
That life was in the world of materialism.
A new generation has come.

My life is that of the Black Tailed Deer.
I will go back to the top of the mountains;
There I will replenish myself.
I will come back with the morning star
To purify the waters,

I will return to the top of the mountain,
And at the end of time
I will replenish the earth.
I am the Black Tailed Deer.
A new nation made up of all colours of man
For all to see.
The Black tailed Deer is a Brown Deer after all!

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MIIWETCH/ NYWEH, GITCHI MANITOU

GRANDFATHER PETER