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Indian Prayer
Do not stand at my grave
and weep,
I am not there
I do not sleep,
Do not stand
at my grave and mourn,
I am not there,
I have been
born.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond
glint on the 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.
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Site Map
Because of the layout of this site,
there are many pages,
sub-pages and links
To
make it easier
to see exactly what is all here,
I have included a
Site Map
to help you on your journey
through the Lodge.
If you
get off the path during your journey,
just click on the site
map.
 
 
 
©Robert Meyers, entitled, Oh Holy Night
and used
WITH his permission. |