Poems and Thoughts

A favourite poem


Delicate white flowers on a single stem. Pure and simple elegance.
White Flowers – pure and simple

Do not stand at my grave and weep

                   
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.

Mary Elizabeth Frye

Sharon Gordon Celebrant Stourbridge

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