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 without shame.

Chief Yellow Lark, a Blackfoot Indian

In Memory of Jade:
Who walked in beauty during her life, went home with clean hands and a spirit free of shame.
Fly free, little bird.  We will all miss you.
1970 - 1999

In Memory of Jade - One Year After Her Passing