Sorrow and Hope

Sometimes when we lose someone or something close to us we can get so caught up in our grief that we sink into ourselvs and hide from the world. If we could just take a moment to open our eyes we may see our lose in all the beauty around us:

Do not stand at my grave and weep,  I am not there - I do not sleep.  I am the thousand winds that blow,  I am the diamond glints in snow,  I am the sunlight on ripened grain,  I am the gentle autumn rain.  As you awake with morning's hush  I am the swift-up-flinging rush  Of quiet birds in circling flight.  Do not stand at my grave and cry,  I am not there - I did not die.

Ancient Indian Poem, Author unknown

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