Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep...

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there.

I do not sleep.

I am the thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.


When you waken in the morning's hush,

I am the swift uplifting rush.

Of gentle birds in circling 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...


(I am simply in 'another' room, probabley the kitchen,
next to the mince pies :-)...ha ha ha !!! )

See with your heart...

Listen with your heart...

Speak from your heart...

Have the courage to be you :-)

A Very Merry Christmas to you.

Every single thing you do is much appreciated.

Without you, there is no me :-)