N ative A merican P rayer I give you this, one thought to keep. I am with you still. I do not sleep. I am a thousend winds, that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sunlight on the ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken 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 down.