~ ~ Old Indian Prayer ~ ~
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 awake in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of encircling birds in flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep...
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand there at my grave and cry...
I am not there, I did not die.
~author unknown~
~ ~ Song Amazing Grace ~ ~
In The Cherokee Language
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