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 sunset on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn's 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 star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die.
Bev and family, you are in our hearts.
3 comments:
I got misty eyed reading this. You are a great friend who will no doubt be of great comfort to Bev while she goes through the grieving process.
Bev, we're all thinking of you! Much love,
Mary
Exactly.
Thanks, Mala, and thanks Mary & Jess.... I don't know how I got lucky enough to have a friend like Mala. oxoxox
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