I don't mean to keep getting all mushy on you, but hey, this is my blog and I can write what I want. This is a "Hopi" Indian Prayer that was on a card I recently received and I thought it was beautiful. Although it may sound sad, and altho it makes me cry, it gives me strength and that's something I need a lot of these days.
Do not standat my grave and weep.I am not there,I do not sleep.I am a thousand winds that blow,I am the diamond glintson snow.I am the sunlighton the ripened grain.I am the gentleAutumn's rain.When you awakenin the morning hush,I am the swiftuplifting rushOf quiet birds in circled flight.I am the soft starsthat shine at night.Do not standat my grave and cry:I am not there,
I did not die.
God's finger touched him, and he slept. -Alfred, Lord Tennyson Peace