Saturday, February 27, 2016
Sunday, February 21, 2016
Saturday, February 13, 2016
Do not stand at my grave and weep,I am not there - I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints in snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
As you awake with morning's hush
I am the swift-up-lifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there - I did not die.
- Mary Elizabeth Frye
at 6:23 PM