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[at-l] OT, Somewhat - or Not - "I am a thousands winds that blow"

I came home after a weekend in Virginia to find an old friend of mine 
had died, succumbed to the cancer that had plagued him. He'd been on 
my mind all weekend.
This poem was on the back of the prayer card for Douglas.
We've all been to this "place;" it's something that unites us.

"Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousands winds that blow;
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awake in the morning's hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush
of quiet birds of circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die"

     	AT Journal:
	Jan Leitschuh Sporthorses Ltd.