# 57 Directly from GOD to YOU #5 (a poem for those who are grieving)

BELOVED Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep. I am the diamond glint on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft star that shines at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there. I did not die. (author unknown) Forevermore, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, GOD! Many years ago an anonymous "angel" put this on my desk when I returned from Omaha, NE after burying my father. I was living in Minneapolis at that time and alone--and desolate for any memory of my father that I could carry with me over the long winter. I never did find out who was responsible for such a meaningful kindness, but I make it a habit to always send this poem to those what are grieving, alone and or lost. It is my gift to you today.

From God's heart...to and through my fingers. A.W.S.