Do not stand at my grave and weepI 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 and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.
Mary Elizabeth Frye.
This poem was read out by my cousin at my Grandad's crematorium service in November, and I read it out for my own memorial service I had for my uncle in January because I couldn't be there for the funeral.
I find it very moving.
Rest in Peace, Donald Stanley Lindop (1920 - 2008) and Anthony William Lindop (1947 - 2008)
Emotional
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Где это я?
Yours is cool too : )
Peace x
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'Where everything seems possible, and nothing is what it seems.'
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Где это я?
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stefan
You have many fine new works too! You have so many cool and differing styles. I love the way you paint
My favourite are the dreamier landscape ones and your surreal artworks. Although your still lifes are also great!!
Hope you're well?
Any plans for the summer??
Kate.
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'Where everything seems possible, and nothing is what it seems.'
Mostly I do what comes into my brain
Jumping a little around in the world of art not respecting any style, I try to do my best to break conventions
Sure, I hope I can go to Ireland further working on my hut.
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stefan
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