A Native American Prayer

We included this prayer in the service for my Gram’s celebration of life a few years ago. Whenever I see birds circling in flight, as well as the other images from this poem, I think of her.

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 the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn 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 stars that shine at night
Do not think of me as gone
I am with you still in each new dawn.