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Stand not at my grave and weep,
I am not there beneath your feet,
Look upwards if you would see me now –
I am the autumn soft sun – I am the rainbow.
Hear my childhood laughter roll over the koppies,
Listen to my feet as they run rejoicing through the fields
Pick and eat from the tree, the fruit that it yields -
As we did when we were young and carefree, you and me.
I am young again and as my spirit beholds you, I clearly see
That you too have not grown old, but softer, gentler than you used to be.
I am the wind that blows salt seaward to the land,
I am the lush green grass on which you stand –
I am the blush of the little rose, you hold in memory of me
I am the mountain and the crashing sea –
I am everything I want to be - for I am spirit, wild and free.
I am knowledge, I am truth, and I know at last, the mystery.


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Comment by iunderthefarmhouse on February 24, 2017 at 3:09am

That is truly a work of art.  Thank you so much for this, I needed this today. Peace. 

Comment by HENMESS on February 23, 2017 at 11:43pm

yes. Thank you for your gracious comment

Comment by Callie2 on February 23, 2017 at 10:05am
You wrote that? That is beautiful!

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