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 glint on the snow
I am the sunlight on the ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain....
When you awaken in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush....
of a quiet bird 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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