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 quite 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.
Native American Prayer
"When I wear my Kilt, God looks down with pride and the Devil looks up with envy." --Unknown
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