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I Am

 

Do not stand

At my grave and weep,

I am not there

I am not asleep.

I am the gently falling snow

That casts the world,

In a shimmering glow.

I am the music

Heard in the night,

Played by angels

Clothed in white.

I am the ocean

That roars while you sleep,

Keeping to myself

The mysteries of the deep.

I am

The early winter frost,

A gentle reminder

Of summer days lost.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

Do not whisper such a sad goodbye,

For I am,

And always shall be,

A part of all eternity.

 

Poem copyrighted © 2004 by Lydia Warner Miller

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