samedi 12 janvier 2008

Don't stand at my graveand 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 glint on snow.


I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,

I am the swift, uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the soft starlight at night.


Do not stand at my grave and weep.I am not there, I do not sleep.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.I am not there, I did not die!
Do not stand at my grave and weep.I am not there, I do not sleep.


I am the song that will never end.

I am the love of family and friend.

I am the child who has come to rest

In the arms of the Fatherwho knows him best.
When you see the sunset fair,I am the scented evening air.

I am the joy of a task well done.I am the glow of the setting sun.


Do not stand at my grave and weep.I am not there, I do not sleep.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.I am not there, I did not die!


~ Author Unknown ~

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