Oh, Great Creator Spirit,

whose voice is heard in the winds,

whose breath gives life to the whole world.

We are no longer able stand in that sacred space to honor you,

other men now live there, who do not know the old ways to honor you.

Our number is few and weak in mind,

our elders are sick and old.

While we are few, while we are weak, do not forget us.

Some, still remember the old ways of honor.

Let the breath of your wisdom keep our memories alive.

Bless us that we may teach all men the way of honor.