Painting by: Marti Fenton White Deer Song

With your feet I walk

 I walk with your limbs

I carry forth your body

For me your mind thinks

Your voice Speaks for me

Beauty is before me

And beauty is behind me

Above and below me hovers the beautiful

I am surrounded by it

I am immersed in it

In my youth I am aware of it

And in old age I shall walk quietly

The beautiful trail.

-Dine (Navajo) Prayer