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DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP
Anonymous
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 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.
There is a multiplicity of the poem that urges "carpe
diem" -- that we seize this moment, as though that were all we have. That's
a motivational thought, no doubt, but it doesn't entirely resonate with me --
with the spirit that is me. I am dedicating the following to my father, who was
transformed into sunlight six years ago today, age 94, by our mortal reckoning.
~Debacle
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