Friend to Friend

A Native American Prayer

"I give you this one thought to keep— 

I am with you still—I do not sleep. 

I am a thousand winds that blow, 

I am the diamond glints on snow, 

I am sunlight on ripened grain, 

I am the gentle autumn rain. 

When you awake in the morning's hush 

I am the swift, uplifting rush 

Of quiet birds in circled flight. 

I am the soft stars that shine at night. 

Do not think of me as gone— 

I am with you still—in each new dawn."

This beautiful poem was posted on Facebook today by a friend of a friend who lost his mother to cancer this morning.