Before going sleep..

An Indian Prayer



Don't stand at my grave and weep

For I'm not there; I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond's glint on snow.

I am the sunlight on the ripened grain.

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 circling flight.

I am the soft starts that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.

I am not there; I did not die.



-----Anonymous