Friday 27 August 2010

Spirit Speaks – When We Return To The Earth

I am at that stage in my life when many friends and acquaintances and family are dying. 

I find that this poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye brings me back to center.

 

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Do not stand at my grave and weep


Mary Elizabeth Frye

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.

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