A Native American Poem
The mountaineering community in Colorado lost another life on Monday, 7/27/10. I, unfortunately, knew one of the members of the group. Fortunately, though — the person I know wasn’t injured, but I’m sure he is suffering through some serious emotional trauma right now. Please keep him in your thoughts.
If something should ever happen to me while I’m climbing, this is how I want everyone to remember me:
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 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 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.