In Remembrance
of my Son, AJA Hopi Prayer by Mary E. Frye (slightly
changed)
Do not stand at 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 awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting
rush
Of
quiet white doves in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.
