Out of Darkness: Reminders

I had a subtle reminder today that came in the form of  a forgotten poem...


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 softly fallen snow
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
of beautiful birds in circling flight
I am in the star shine of the night
I am in the flowers that bloom,
                                                                            I am in a quiet room
                                                                                    I am in the birds that sing,
                                                                                    I am in each lovely thing
                                                                                    Do not stand at my grave and cry,
                                                                                    I am not there, I did not die

© DD Corbitt

Out of Darkness: A simple thing as rain

Once there was a time when rain was a new adventure. A time to stomp and splash with husbands and nieces. A time to pull the car over, turn up the radio, throw open the doors, get out, hold each other close and dance on the side of the road. Now, it's a memory. How quickly things slip away. But how beautiful when tempered by subtle reminders. It's still here. In my heart.

© DD Corbitt

Out of darkness

Just Ride. Smell the wind, feel the road, look around. The road is before you...you choose the turns. From MM0...

© DD Corbitt