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Originally Posted by steffi 001
But who are we without warmth,and grace...care and love...generosity of spirit and a willingness to manage others before ourselves?
This needs no replies,truly.It is not posted for that . I just needed to say we might have a raw deal with our illness. It doesn`t stop folk from seeing the light that can still shine within us.If we care to use it.
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Steffi, it is hard to not reply to such anguish as yours. All I can say is my heart cries with you.
Do Not Stand at my Grave and Weep
largely considered to be written by Mary Elizabeth Frye (1904-2004)
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in 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 starshine 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.