Native American Prayer

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

 

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