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's hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
of the 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.
from: North American Prayer