Grandfather, Great Spirit, once more behold me on earth and lean to hear my feeble voice.
If I thought that I was doing it myself, the hole would close up and no power could come through. Then everything I could do would be foolish.
The Holy Land is everywhere.
Everything the Power of the World does is done in a circle.
Know the Power that is Peace.
It may be that some little root of the sacred tree still lives. Nourish it then, that it may leaf and bloom and fill with singing birds.