Friday, November 11, 2011

thank you

 
          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's 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 star that shines at night.
          Do not stand at my grave and cry.

          I am not there; I did not die in vain as
          long as my sacrifice is not forgotten.

(Author Unknown)
 

2 comments:

  1. We have lots to be thankful for... don't we? xoxoxo

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  2. Hi Kathy
    This is so poignant!!!
    My dad was a war vet and has just died at 90 with a full military funeral and buried in the war cemetary. It was Oh so sad.
    Thanks for following. I shall reciprocate!

    Have a great Sunday,
    Suzy

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