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RON DIXON

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 sunshine on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning 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.

Love, Jess.

As published in Winnipeg Free Press on Dec 04, 2021

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