Indian prayer

by Christie   Mar 9, 2005


Do not stand at my at my grave and weep, i am not there i do not sleep, i am a thousand winds that blow, i am the diamond glint in the snow, i am the sun on the ripend grain, i am the gentle autun rain.
when u wake in the morning i am the swift up-lifting rush of quiet.
birds in circling flight, i am the starlight an night.
do not stand at my grave and weep, i am not there, i do not sleep!

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  • 19 years ago

    by sinister

    this was deep. i enjoyed it. and from how i interpreate it, it all true.