Wednesday, January 24, 2007

First Nation Prayer

First Nation Prayer
Author Unknown

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 rush I am the swift, uplifting rush

Of quite 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.