An Indian Prayer
"Do not stand at my
grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled light
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand on my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die. |
