I simply wanted to make note of the string of tragedies at the Boy Scout Jamboree. It seemed appropriate to offer one of the prayers from the Boy Scouts.
Oh, Great Spirit, whose voice I hear in the winds and whose breath gives
life to all the world, hear me. I come before you, one of your many children.
I am weak and small. I need your strength and wisdom. Let me walk in beauty and
make my eyes ever behold the red and purple sunset; my ears sharp so I may hear
your voice. Make me wise, so I may learn the things you have taught my people,
the lessons you have hidden under every rock and leaf. I seek strength, not to
be superior to my brothers, but to be able to fight my greatest enemy–myself.
Make me ever ready to come to you with clean hands and straight eyes, so
whenever life fades, like the fading sunset, my spirit will come to you
Prayer composed by Chief Yellow Lark, a Blackfoot Indian