Looking through dense trees into bright yet hazy noonday sun
Sun through the Trees

“Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep”

By Mary Elizabeth Frye
I give you this one thought to keep-
I am with you still. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow, 
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sunglight 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.

“Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep”

–A Song of Hope

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By Beth Brown

Rememberer of dreams. Whisperer of gardens green.
At the whim of "Most Beloved" and a hot cup of tea.
I live life between, straddled here now and then,
My continuity through writing--
Pen dripping ink, mind swirling confused,
Love lingering still, and Most Beloved's purring soothes.

Blogger at "Gardens at Effingham" (where cats do the talking) and "My Forever Son" (where a mother's heart runs deep after losing her son to suicide)
Musician. Writer. Literary Connoisseur.
At the whim of a calico cat and a strong cup of tea.

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