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 mornings 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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5 comments:
I love this. I don't guess I've seen this one before.
The more that time goes by, I believe the words of this more than ever. I believe that one of the biggest parts of life, is love. We will never lose our love for Aaron, so how can he not be "alive"? He will never be dead to me.
It never dies.
I'm positive he's as busy as ever. I'm so ready to see him again, but at least I know I will.
I don't know how people stand it that believe it's all over. It's hard enough as it is.
It's what keeps us going. The Hope that lives within of a resurrected life, a real beginning with no end. The Hope keeps us alive. When someone loses it, they lose life in one way or another.
He is so alive. And knowing that keeps me alive. Not an instinct for survival, but a hope in what I cannot see.
Our troops give us hope also. Without them, we'd have no defense against those who live without Hope. I think that may be why they're so dangerous. I'll never understand it.
But I don't have to. I just have to take it as it comes until it doesn't come anymore.
Keep on Keeping On.
Cliches that mean something.
Merry Christmas, Karen!!
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