Makah Indian Prayer

There’s a prayer the Makah Indians say:

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 glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you wake in the morning hush
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there.  I do not sleep