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On this day last year…

Sunday, 14 August, 2016 1 Comment

… we went to the graveyard and we stood at the graves and did not weep. Today, it’s time dwell upon the “love of unforgotten times” as Robert Louis Stevenson put it.

Do not stand at my grave and weep

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 bereft
I am not there. I have not left.

Mary Elizabeth Frye (1905 – 2004)

Mammy


In a country churchyard

Sunday, 1 April, 2012

A life remembered

“So we’ll go no more a-roving
So late into the night
Though the heart still be as loving
And the moon still be as bright.”

Lord Byron