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 GLINTS ON THE NEW-FALLEN SNOW,
I AM THE SUNLIGHT ON RIPENED GRAIN,
I AM THE GENTLE, AUTUMN RAIN.
WHEN YOU AWAKEN IN THE MORNING 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.
My DAD, Douglas Eugene Parisian
12.27.1922 – 06.09.2011
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 GLINTS ON THE NEW-FALLEN SNOW,
I AM THE SUNLIGHT ON RIPENED GRAIN,
I AM THE GENTLE, AUTUMN RAIN.
WHEN YOU AWAKEN IN THE MORNING 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.
My DAD, Douglas Eugene Parisian
12.27.1922 – 06.09.2011
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