“This happened a long time ago. I was not there. My father was there when he was a boy. He told me of it. And I was there.”
This short work of non-fiction is like a prayer to Earth, an ode to its beauty. A heartfelt apology.
Momaday shares in little snippets stories of his ancestors, prayers to the earth and lyrical descriptions of earthly wonders. Regardless of religious background, those prayers seem perfectly composed, needed and they beg for all of us to utter them. To thank earth or divinity for our blessings, for sharing beauty with all of us. And asking for forgiveness for our selfish destruction of the environment; for our blindness.