ENDINGS & BEGINNINGS
Do not stand at my grave and weepI am not there, I do not sleep.I am a thousand winds that blowI am the diamond glint on snow.I am the sunlight on ripened grainI am the gentle autumn rain.When you wake in the morning hushI am the swift uplifting rushOf quiet birds in circling flightI am the soft stars that shine at night.Do not stand at my grave and cryI am not there, I did not die.
Mary Frye
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