Monday, October 3, 2011

‎"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."

By: Native Spirits Tribal Community
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