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Poems & Selections

Do Not Stand At My Grave & Weep

By Mary Frye
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 softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight.
I am the star-shine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there — I do not die.

I am ready to create my keepsake

Revelation 21:4

And he will wipe out every tear from their eyes, and death will be no more, neither will mourning nor outcry nor pain be any more. The former things have passed away.
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Irish Blessing 08

May the saddest day of your future be no worse than the happiest day of your past.
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Poem of Life

Life is but a stopping place, A pause in what’s to be, A resting place along the road, to sweet eternity. We all have different journeys, Different paths along the way, We all were meant to learn some things, but never meant to stay… Our destination is a place Far greater than we know. For […]
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Poem of Comfort

We little knew that morning God was going to call your name, In life we loved you dearly; in death we do the same. It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go alone. Part of us went with you, the day God call you home. You left us wonderful memories; your love […]
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