Thursday, 3 November 2011

A little bit from Jane Ormes

This is a little piece of poetry I found a few months ago. Don't think of it as sad, think of it as sweet...
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 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.
-Jane Ormes

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