Monday, May 14, 2007

Native American Prayer----author unknown

I give you this one thought to keep:

I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints in the snow.

I am the sunlight on the ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush,

Of the 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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