Diamond Glints of Snow

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 on snow...

I am the sunlight on ripened grain...

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you waken in the morning's hush,

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of gentle birds in circling flight...

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...

 

- Irish Blessing

 

Explore #14 on January 4, 2010 ----> Thank you, thank you, thank you!!

 

What is it about snow that makes you feel so alive?

 

We may not have had a white Christmas but the snow certainly didn't forget about us.

Done