It takes us back to brighter years, to happier sunlit days and to precious moments that will be with us always. And these fond recollections are treasured in the heart to bring us always close to those from whom we had to part.
There is a bridge of memories from earth to Heaven above... It keeps our dear ones near us
That is a beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing it.
This is one of my favorites....
I AM NOT THERE
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 stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there, I did not die.
Various sources attribute this poem to the one of the following authors: (A) Mary Frye ( Joyce Fossen (C) An unknown member of the Hobi Native American Tribe
Thank you for this lovely posting. I have always enjoyed reading, "I am not There". It is a real comfort & promise with both postings that they might not be here physically but spiritually they always are. peace & blessings---ginger
[ send green star]