In Memory of Jim |
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 awake in the morning's hush I am the soft uplifting rush of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the bright start that shines at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there. I did not die. -Anonymous |
Jim in Bold, 2003 Documentary by Equality Forum |