I have no words. So I'll use the ones from Mary Elizabeth Frye... 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 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.Lit by A.R. on 05/31/2018
This candle was first lit on the 31st of May and will burn for 194 more days.