Angel’s hand

This isn’t a 365 shot, it’s from another project I’m working and it’s a shot I was pleased with. Taken in a graveyard in Enniskerry.

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.
-Mary Frye

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2 responses

  1. a very touching combination and a very nice photo, david.

    11/08/2011 at 19:45

  2. andrea riggins

    I love the photo and I love the poem,very appropriate.

    11/08/2011 at 15:56

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