
Great Spirit, Great Spirit,
My Grandfather,
All over the earth the faces of
living things are all alike
Look upon these faces of children without number
And with children in their arms,
That they may face the winds and
Walk the good road to the day of quiet.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glint on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
when you wake up in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circling flight
I am the soft starlight at night
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep

She impersonates the Mother of creation.
My Father, have pity upon us!
Remember that we are your children
since the time you created the
heavens and the earth,
with a man and woman!
Our Grandfather, the Central-Moving Body,
who gives light, watch us in the painting
of the belt which our Father directed,
as it is before us!
Now speak to your servant
who is to wear the belt!
Look at her with good gifts,
and may she do this for the benefit
of the new people (children)
so that this tribe shall have strength
and power in the future!
We cannot cease praying to you,
my Father, Man-Above,
for we desire to live on this earth,
which we are now about to paint on this occasion.
We have given this belt to the sweet
smoke for our purity hereafter.
May our thought reach to the sky
where there is holiness.
Give us good water and an abundance of food!
As the legend goes, the dream catcher was used by the woodland Indians and was hung in the lodge- near the bedroom window.
Its use was to catch all dreams good or bad, the bad dreams would be caught up in the webbing and held there until first morning light then burned off.
Now the good dreams were elusive; knowing their way to the hole in the centre would escape and filter down to the feathers to return another night.
Brian --Wolfman
Apache
Mescalero.NM.
