A 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 rush,
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 with each new dawn.
Rest in Peace my brother.
I love you.