First Nation Prayer
First Nation Prayer Author Unknown
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 snow;
I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning rush 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.