I Am Not There

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’s rain.
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The Rest That Comes

What has it meant,
to live a life in such torment?
To agonize over what is lost,
has had a pricey cost.

What part of him is in me,
that I cannot set free,
he is gone forever,
I face a new endeavor.
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