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Wednesday Nov 26, 2008

Happy Thanksgiving!



     Gwa!   Gwa!   Gwa!
     Now the time has come!
          Hear us, Lord of the Sky!
     We are here to speak the truth,
          for you do not hear lies,
     We are your children, Lord of the Sky.

     Now begins the Gayant' gogwus
          This sacred fire and sacred tobacco
     And through this smoke
          We offer our prayers
     We are your children, Lord of the Sky.

     Now in the beginning of all things
          You provided that we inherit your creation
     You said: I shall make the earth
          on which people shall live
     And they shall look to the earth as their mother
     And they shall say, "It is she who supports us."
     You said that we should always be thankful
     For our earth and for each other
     So it is that we are gathered here
     We are your children, Lord of the Sky.

              Now again the smoke rises
              And again we offer prayers
              You said that food should be placed beside us
              And it should be ours in exchange for our labor.
              You thought that ours should be a world
              where green grass of many kinds should grow
              You said that some should be medicines
              And that one should be Ona'o
              the sacred food, our sister corn
              You gave to her two clinging sisters
              beautiful Oa'geta, our sister beans
              and bountiful Nyo'sowane, our sister squash
              The three sacred sisters; they who sustain us.

              This is what you thought, Lord of the Sky.
              Thus did you think to provide for us
              And you ordered that when the warm season comes,
              That we should see the return of life
              And remember you, and be thankful,
              and gather here by the sacred fire.
              So now again the smoke arises
              We the people offer our prayers
              We speak to you through the rising smoke
              We are thankful, Lord of the Sky.

              (Liberally translated)
              Chuck Larsen, Seneca            

This beautiful prayer was found on a Native American site which includes many Thanksgiving related articles including the first Thanksgiving Proclamation and some native recipes.  Click on this link to enjoy:


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