Memories....
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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