Note: offered by Liz Sorensen Wessel
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am diamonds that glint on snow.
I am sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush of butterflies in joyous flight.
-unknown
Watercolor by ~liz
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“Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep” is a poem written in 1932 by Mary Elizabeth Frye. Although the origin of the poem was disputed until later in her life, Mary Frye’s authorship was confirmed in 1998 after research by Abigail Van Buren, a newspaper columnist.
How reassuring these words are for all of us! And a rush of rising butterflies must mean that they carry away all of our sorrows and fears into the ether. Rejoice! Rejoice! All is right in God’s World.
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What a gorgeous watercolor, Liz – and how well it amplifies the impact of the sweet words Terry has identified as coming from Mary Elizabeth Frye. You have brought us beauty once again, Liz – with the butterfly’s rush & the sweep of your brush.
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You had me at butterflies…
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How beautiful. Thanks Liz…
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Thank you, Terry for your encouraging words and for the richness you haved added to this reflection. God bless!
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Thank for for the life-giving way in which you receive and gift in kind- from which flows my deep gratitude to you.
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Ah, thank you Jolyon, your presence here is greatly appreciated. Thanks for journeying with us.
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thank you for your gift of grace, Anne.
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