A most eloquent eulogy, preserved and handed down through generations of First Americans abiding in the Southwestern U.S.
HOPI INDIAN PRAYER
Author ~ Unknown
Do not stand by my grave and weep,
I am not there. 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 waken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
of a dozen doves in circled flight.
I am the sparking star you'll see tonight.
Do not stand by my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die.
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