A Native American prayer.........
I give you this one thought to keep
I'm with you still. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush.
Of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the soft stars that sine at night.
Do not think of me as gone,
I am with you still, in each new dawn.