Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Auntie Paula
Do Not Stand At My Grave and WeepDo 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.I am the gentle breeze whispering through your hair.
I am the butterfly that fans your cheek,gently reminding you I am near.
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!
(1932) Mary Frye
(1932) Mary Frye
# posted by Wife @ 5:19 PM 
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