AN INDIAN
PRAYER
I GIVE YOU THIS ONE THOUGHT TO KEEP,
I AM WITH YOU STILL; I DO NOT SLEEP.
DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP,
I AM NOT THERE, I DO NOT SLEEP,
FOR NOW, I AM A THOUSAND WINDS THAT BLOW.
I AM THE DIAMOND GLINT ON THE NEW-FALLEN SNOW.
I AM THE SUNLIGHT ON RIPENED GRAIN.
I AM THE GENTLE, SOFT AUTUMN RAIN.
WHEN YOU AWAKEN IN THE MORNING, HUSH.
I AM THE SWIFT UPLIFTING RUSH,
OF QUIET BIRDS IN CIRCLING FLIGHT.
I AM THE SOFT STARS THAT TWINKLE AT NIGHT.
DO NOT THINK OF ME AS GONE,
FOR I AM WITH YOU STILL, IN EACH NEW DAWN.
My DAD, Douglas Eugene Parisian
12.27.1922 – 06.09.2011
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