Sabine
I've seen today on a hike next "Indian Prayer", to me (and maybe some of you) comfort are in mourning over Sabine:
Do not Weep For Me 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 Glint 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 Stars That Shine At Night.
Do Not Stand At My Grave and Cry.
I Am Not There, I Did Not Die. ~ Author Unknown ~
(in German about:
Do not cry for me
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 glitter on the snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning calm,
Am I the rapid ascent
quiet birds circling in flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there. I'm not dead. )
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