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

[cjaymes at yahoo.com (Casey Jaymes)]

I liked this poem well enough to look up who wrote it: Mary Frye (1932).

FYI, y'all,

Casey

On Mon, 2005-04-18 at 12:27 -0400, Jan Leitschuh wrote:
> 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"
> 
> 
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