Young Men Shall Have Visions

After our moon mother,
At her sacred place,
Still small, appeared
And now yonder in the east
Standing fully grown makes her days
Now our spring children
Whoever truly desires in his heart to grow old,
Taking prayer meal,
Taking shell,
Taking corn pollen,
Yonder with prayers
One by one shall make their roads go forth

A Zuni prayer calling the boys of the tribe to their initiation into adulthood