When one door closes another door opens; but we so often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door, that we do not see the ones which open for us. Don’t stand at my grave and weep. I am not there. I don’t 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 autumn rain. When you awake in the morning hush, I am the swift uplifting rush, Of birds circling in flight. I am the stars that shine at night. Don’t stand at my grave and weep. I am not there. I don’t sleep.
Posted on: Wed, 25 Sep 2013 21:16:59 +0000
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