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 the sunlight on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.


When you awaken 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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