Seasonal Nostalgia
As we near the holidays this season, or actually are in them as I write...I know that like myself we tend to become much more nostalgic and we remember those who are no longer with us. I know, I am very guilty of that as well....however, I am well on the road of healing that wound this season. I am alot more at peace with my fathers death. I have been given a much greater gift than sorrow could ever stop. The ultimate gift of love and peace in a way few people are lucky enough to experience. That being said I want to post this poem in the hopes it helps others begin the healing process.....
"Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die."
"Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die."
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