Monday 10 March 2014

Now In Spirit


Fragile (by antrisolja deviantart.com)


Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep 


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 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. 

~ by Mary Elizabeth Frye



                    


~ In Loving Memory Of My Brother Elias




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