AMéLIE

IMMORTALITY

Do not stand by my grave and weep…

I am not there.

I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am a diamond glint on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awake in the morning hush,

I am the swift up flinging rush

of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the soft star shine at night.

Do not stand by my grave and cry …

I am not there.

I did not die.

I live with the Risen Lord.

Do Not Stand by MY Grave and Weep. (Author unknown.)

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