~ ~ 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