“RESO” by SETH DEN­NON

PRA­YER TO THE GREAT SPIRIT

O Great Spi­rit, who art before all else and who dwells in every object, in every per­son and in every place, we cry unto Thee. We sum­mon Thee from the far pla­ces into our pre­sent awareness.

O Great Spi­rit of the North, who gives wings to the waters of the air and rolls the thick snows­torm before Thee, Who covers the Earth with a spar­kling crys­tal car­pet above whose deep tran­qui­lity every sound is beau­ti­ful. Tem­per us with strength to withs­tand the biting bliz­zards, yet make us thank­ful for the beauty which follows and lies deep over the warm Earth in its wake.

O Great Spi­rit of the East, the land of the rising Sun, Who holds in Your right hand the years of our lives and in Your left the oppor­tu­ni­ties of each day. Brace us that we may not neglect our gifts nor lose in lazi­ness the hopes of each day and the hopes of each year.
O Great Spi­rit of the South, whose warm breath of com­pas­sion melts the ice that gathers round our hearts, whose fra­grance speaks of dis­tant springs and sum­mer days, dis­solve our fears, melt our hatreds, kindle our love into fla­mes of true and living rea­li­ties. Teach us that he who is truly strong is also kind, he who is wise tem­pers jus­tice with mercy, he who is truly brave matches cou­rage with com­pas­sion.
O Great Spi­rit of the West, the land of the set­ting Sun, with Your soa­ring moun­tains and free, wide rolling prai­ries, bless us with know­ledge of the peace which follows purity of stri­ving and the free­dom which follows like a flo­wing robe in the winds of a well-​​disciplined life. Teach us that the end is bet­ter than the begin­ning and that the set­ting sun glo­ri­fies not in vain.
O Great Spi­rit of the hea­vens, in the day’s infi­nite blue and amid the count­less stars of the night sea­son, remind us that you are vast, that you are beau­ti­ful and majes­tic beyond all of our kno­wing or telling, but also that you are no further from us than the til­ting upwards of our heads and the rai­sing of our eyes.
O Great Spi­rit of Mother Earth beneath our feet, Mas­ter of metals, Ger­mi­na­tor of seeds and the Sto­rer of the Earth’s un-​​reckoned resour­ces, help us to give thanks uncea­singly for Your pre­sent bounty.
O Great Spi­rit of our souls, bur­ning in our heart’s year­ning and in our inner­most aspi­ra­tions, speak to us now and always so that we may be aware of the great­ness and good­ness of Your gift of life and be worthy of this pri­ce­less pri­vi­lege of living.

© Noel Knock­wood

SIDE NOTES ON PAS­SING IT FORWARD

After rea­ding Nancy Tates Wake-​​up call for Dec 31, 2010 I went to work crea­ting some of the last art­work for the day.  I felt inten­sely about this art­work above.  Right when I finished this piece of art­work about five hours later, I got another e-​​mail from Nancy with this poem which has been making it way around.  I see the one­ness in it all and am deligh­ted to add my works to this body.  Now I know why, there is cer­tainly allot of energy around this New Year may you have a bles­sed and joy­ful cele­bra­tion this New Year.

Loving all your light.