Friday, September 24, 2010

In the horizon

Letting go is hard. Today was a beautiful, sad day.
This is a celtic farewell blessing for Grandad.

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...

♥☀•*•· Love transcends time and space ·•*•☀♥

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