Shibat recited this prayer poem as we sat out on the porch one summer evening:
Let me walk in beauty
And make my eyes ever behold the red and purple sunset.
Make my hands respect the things you have made
And my ears sharp to hear your voice.
Make me wise so that I may understand
The things you have taught my people.
Let me learn the lessons you have
Hidden in every leaf and rock.
I seek strength, not to be greater than my brother,
But to fight my greatest enemy
Make me always ready to come to you
With clean hands and straight eyes.
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