Native American Poem of Condolences
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 the 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.
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Thanks for keeping the dialogue going.