Monday, January 26, 2009

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 sweet uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft starts that shine at night.
Do not think of me as gone -
I am with you still in each new dawn.

Native American Prayer

1 comment:

tapioca said...

que liiiiiiiiiiindo.
Não conhecia e vou guardá-lo.
Porque te lembras-te dele agora?
Um beijinho enooooooorme.