
Native American Prayer 
I give you this one thought to keep 
I am still with you I do not sleep 
I am a thousand winds that blow 
I am the diamond that glints on the snow 
I am the sunlight on ripened grain 
I am the gentle autumn rain 
When you awaken in the morning 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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