In Loving Memory of my Son,
A Hopi Prayer by Mary E. Frye (slightly changed)
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 glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet white doves in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.
AJ, you were such a joy! Always curious and interested in everything.
I think of you every day. I miss your smile.
My Hopi Prayer