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 rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting…

The Lavalier

For many years I thought it had been lost. Several moves and three kids later… I know, to lose this would be unthinkable. Each time I remembered, I was OK thoroughly embarrassed. I’d told no one. That is, until I found it! Hallelujah and Happy Day! It wasn’t lost, per se, it was only mislocated…

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