Sunday, April 23, 2006

A Hopi 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 sunlight on the ripened grain.
I am the gentle Autumn's rain.

When you awaken in the morning's blush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die.

1 comment:

Bonnie said...

I've always liked that one.

Every hummingbird that buzzes by as I go for a walk is my mom saying hello.

{{{hugs}}} continue.