In honor of All Hallow's Eve, Halloween, Samhain, the day the dead walk the Earth and the veil is thinned between the planes, I leave you with a touching poem to honor those who have passed. Remember your carved pumpkins to ward off dark spirits, guiding the lost and wear your masks to fool them. <3 As well as offerings of food for wandering spirits and fae!
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 falling 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 each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I do not die.
-Mary E. Frye