Monday, October 09, 2006

Reflections



(do not stand at my grave and weep)

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 sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's 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 cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

--Mary Frye

Photographic credits to Thomas Koeck

2 Comments:

Blogger Gary said...

I really am sorry for your loss. I know how devastating something like that can be. Try to do the best you can, though. I know your mom would want you to.

Tuesday, October 10, 2006 4:54:00 AM  
Blogger High Desert Diva said...

Lovely picture and poem.

You're in my thoughts.

Tuesday, October 10, 2006 12:40:00 PM  

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