Today I’m thankful for this beautiful Hopi prayer, dedicated to my mother-in-law, who can now “sleep with the angels” a little more closely:
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glint in the snow
I am the sunlight on the ripened grain
I am the autumn’s gentle rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds 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.