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.

 

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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Judy@angelsandancestors.com   Please watch for the September Magazine at www.angelsandancestors.com