Friday, February 27, 2009

Consumed by Love

A dear friend of mine sent me this poem by Mary Frye to mourn a loss we both share:

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.

Thanks Jenn. I believe they're having tea & cupcakes up there, just like we do!

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