Members rkdoescher Posted September 3, 2011 Members Report Share Posted September 3, 2011 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 rushOf quiet birds in circled flight.I am the soft star that shines at nightDo not stand at my grave and cry.I am not there: I did not Die Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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