Livet går videre #2

Det var så fint i går !

Og specielt, da vores egen præst i den smukke Holmens Kirke læste følgende digt op;

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep.

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 awaken in the morning's hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight

I am the soft starlight at night

Do not stand at my grave and cry

I am not there, I did not die

By Mary Elisabeth Frye

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