A 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.
