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 mornings hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quite 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.
Card from Bill and Grace Reed