"DO N0T STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP.
I AM N0T THERE.
I D0 N0T SLEEP.
I AM A THOUSAND WINDS THAT BLOW.
I AM THE DIAM0ND GLINT 0N THE SN0W.
I AM THE SUNLIGHT 0N THE RIPENED GRAIN.
I AM THE GENTLE AUTUMN RAIN.
WHEN Y0U WAKE IN THE M0RNING HUSH,
I AM THE SWIFT UPLIFTING RUSH OF QUIET BIRDS IN CIRCLING FLIGHT.
I AM THE S0FT SUNLIGHT AT NIGHT.
D0 N0T STAND AT MY GRAVE AND CRY.
I AM N0T THERE.
I DID N0T DIE..."
-Native American Prayer
Dear Michael,
This poem has been giving me 'strength' the last 3 years...
I FEEL your SPIRIT in every morning hush...
I FEEL your :heart: still radiating through me...
Though, you SEEM far away and NOT here with me...
I can still FEEL you near me...
Whispering words of comfort in my ear...
Thanks Michael for "awaking" my soul :blush:
I LOVE YOU beyond words that I can express...
FOREVER YOURS,
Daryll.