Scriptorius

Dear Readers. I am greeting you from the world of light and am looking forward to meeting you, when your time for departure from the earthly plane of life has come.

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not dead, not even asleep.
Having left the prison of my physical body,
I returned to humankind’s true home,
The world of spirit and light.
I am alive and well and once again
Nothing but spirit/soul.
The Angel of Death took my hand
And released me into the freedom
Of knowing that I have always been
And forever will be at one
With God and all life.

Connect with me
In a thousand winds that blow;
In softly falling snow;
In gentle showers of rain;
In fields of ripening grain;
In every morning’s hush
And in the graceful rush
Of birds in circling flight.

In every night’s Starshine;
In every flower that blooms;
In the quiet of a room;
In every bird that sings
And all other beautiful things
Look for me in them and please
Don’t stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there. I did not die.

Mary Frye
Edited by Aquarius

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