[ronna]

An Old Indian Prayer:
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am there, 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's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there: I did not Die