My aunt Laura shared this poem with me today.  I don’t know where to poem originated… a 20 second google search didn’t give me the answer.  But I do know that it resonates with me.  I find that when I see a golden ring around the moon, hear the sound of the cotton wood leaves waving, and feel the gentle touch of snow flakes on my eyelashes that I say, “Thank you, Ayrie”.  I often find these words leaving me before I’ve even had time to think them.  So Ayrie, this poem is to you.  I do feel you in the power and awe inspiring beauty of nature.

Native American Prayer

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 sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning’s hush
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet 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.