02 November 2011

feels like ice, but not really

The pain feel likes the heart was frozen in ice and crushed a thousand times. However, the pain doesn't melt too quickly. When our loved ones leave us for that better place unknown to us, I want to remind myself that it is not the end:

"Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a 1,000 winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sun 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 light
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."
- Anonymous

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