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No more fear for I am here
Showing you the way that's clear
Upon the clouds within the glow
Softness you will come to know
Gentleness of heaven's wing
Glory in the song we sing
Choir of the Angel's song
Welcomes you where you belong
Beloved one I'm here for you
Visions that will now come true
Fields of flowers blessed each day
Fragrance that will always stay
Whispers of a gentle breeze
Upon the walk you take with ease
Join me in this Blessed place
God and loved ones all embrace
I see you now your almost here
Reaching down to ease your fear
Kissed upon your furrowed brow
All that heaven will allow
Love and joy within God's Home
Joy and peace in Heaven's Gloam
Soft horizon way on high
Peace now comes with gentle sigh.
Poet:
Francine Pucillo
İFeb., 2003
Do not stand at my grave and weep
For I am not there,I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am a diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight in ripened grain.
I am the gentle falling rain.
When you awake in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds and circled fight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry
For I am not there, I did not die.
Do not stand at my grave and mourn
I am not there, my soul is borne
Upon the whispering breeze that sighs
And tells its message to the skies.
I am the ripples upon the lake;
I am the colors the rainbow make;
I am the echoes booming round the hills;
I am the freshness of air that fills
Each heart with joy. I roam aboard
in peace with all, in one accord.
Do not weep at my grave, my spirits has soared;
I am still alive, hand in hand with the Lord.
Poet: Anonymous
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