To: Wphile
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 glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
(Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!
Mary Frye (1932)
101 posted on
02/01/2003 4:15:02 PM PST by
dennisw
(http://www.littlegreenfootballs.com/weblog/weblog.php <AND> http://rantburg.com)
To: dennisw
beautiful
106 posted on
02/01/2003 4:17:26 PM PST by
Wphile
(I'm so sick of the UN)
To: dennisw
Ascension
And if I go while you're still here,
Know that I live on, vibrating to a different measure.
Behind a thin veil, you cannot see through.
You will not see me, so you must have faith.
I wait for the time, when we can soar together again
both aware of each other.
Until then live your life to the fullest,
And when you need me...
Just whisper my name in your heart,
and I will be there.
Colleen Corah Hitchcock
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