I heard this excerpt of a Navajo chant in a documentary and it reminded me of God.
With beauty before me, I walk.
With beauty behind me, I walk.
With beauty above and about me, I walk.
It is finished in beauty.
It is finished in beauty.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night; Take these broken wings and learn to fly; All your life, You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
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