Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Happy Birthday Jennie

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 snow on the mountain's rim,
I am the laughter in children's eyes,
I am the sand at the water's edge,
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 star that shines at night,
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.

Author Unknown

Original post about Jennie here: http://hyperblogal.blogspot.com/search?q=jennie


  1. Ironically, the cemetery appears at this point to be one of the last few pieces of real estate where one can find a bastion of peace and quiet on this freaky planet.