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Thursday, April 11, 2013

Ar dheis Dé go raibh a h-anam


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 diamond glints on snow. 
I am the sunlight on ripened grain. 
I am the gentle autumn rain. 
When you awaken in the morning's hush 
I am the swift uplifting rush 
Of quiet birds in circled flight. 
I am the soft stars that shine at night. 
Do not stand at my grave and cry; 
I am not there. I did not die. 

4 comments:

Meagan Nixdorf said...

I am so sorry for your loss, Moira. I know there aren't many other things to say and nothing eases the pain. *hugs*

Amber said...

I am so sorry for your loss.

JG said...

Sounds like you were really blessed to know her!

Karen said...

I am so sorry for your loss. I know how special and influential a dance teacher can be in your life. Know that she is dancing with the angels now.

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