Celebrating Ajax

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 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

Native American Prayer

Celebrating Ajax