Grief

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Do not go to my grave and weep for only a casket is buried there deep. I am in a better place, more beautiful than words can say. Just follow God's path and you will find the way.

IN THE SPRING I am the new baby bird singing; I am the lady slippers you rush out to pick.

IN THE SUMMER I am the gentle breeze whispering your name; I am the butterfly fluttering about your butterfly tree.

IN THE FALL I am each childs smile you see; I am the leaves that paint the canyon.

IN THE WINTER I am the gentle falling snow; I am the flower waiting to grow.

So you see there is no need to mourn, wrap your arms around yourself and hold on tight for when it is time you will see God's light and me.

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