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 sun 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.
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Beautiful
Beautiful. Thank you.
very beautiful.
Cindy
HOW WONDERFUL, THANKS DIANE
That is a great piece of poetry, thank you
Really, really a beautiful poem! HUGS Chris
Just beautiful..thank you...Sandi
That is beautiful..
A heartfelt poem spoken and written at many funerals here in Britain. It is so beautiful and heart rending. Most of all it is wonderful to envisage a loved one in this way.
God Bless.
Jeanie xxx
I just love that ........ and it is so very true.
Thank you for sharing such a beautiful piece with us
hugs Jayne
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