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.
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!)
Text by Mary Frye
Oh, sweet mother how I love your words and your pictures! We are so blessed. Blessings
ReplyDeleteWow mom! I love the pictures but it makes me miss him so! I love the one on his bike in front of Eddie's. And praise God, he is not dead-he surely lives on in heaven. I would love to get a cd with all of your pictures. Is that possible? I want to make a collage of photos of you and dad and the family. Love you. Laura
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