Poem for Thought

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am in 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 the starshine 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 bereft

I am not there. I have not left.

---Mary Elizabeth Frye

Make A New Path

You are the maker of your

life, is worth living if you can

step out of the droning sounds of

city nights and gain back what you

lost, but they too have moved on to

greater passions we have in this

world, one must be his own or just

become one of the many and lose sight

of the remembered, become the

forgotten, left at a street corner in

the middle of time I stand overlooking

everything because I am everywhere and

around me has, is always present

stepping into the virgin earth as it

quakes below the pad of my foot

i leave a mark on this land, it is

mine and I the creator, protector

destroyer, of this path I walk on

every step closer to the sun

closer to the light

closer to myself

the maker of my life

-KJ Appenzeller