12-07-2018, 08:12 AM
(12-06-2018, 12:23 PM)flofrog Wrote: Thank you Quan !! Immediately reminded me of the Mary Elizabeth Frye poem !
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 sunlight 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 circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
Thanks for sharing very powerful