360*tree

take my hand and climb with me…

two hundred and sixty seven degrees: ‘when you’re feeling low…’

Let Her Go ~ Passenger

two hundred and sixty seven

fleeting life, ephemeral

dream

we dream, together

reaching

( b e y o n d )

the temporary veil

of flesh…

*

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 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.

  ( ~ Mary Elizabeth Frye )

*

You see her when you close your eyes…

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One comment on “two hundred and sixty seven degrees: ‘when you’re feeling low…’

  1. derekevens
    July 6, 2013

    They can read out Mary Elizabeth Frye one day when I am not around. Love It. Thanks for sharing.

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