"Ok G-d I tried 3 times but always gave you the benefit of doubt" / Cruina The Agnostic.
It seems I’ve tarried over long And now must take my leave And so, my friend, I leave you here But ask that you not grieve My ship rides on a rising tide My sails have caught the wind But where I’m bound I cannot say For this journey has no end So if, someday, we meet again On Jupiter or Mars I’ll twist some passing comet’s tail And take you to the stars Then off we’ll go, to God’s abode To sip His sacred wine And toast the ladies, everywhere From Mu To Palestine
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 diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die. Mary Elizabeth Frye
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"Ok G-d I tried 3 times but always gave you the benefit of doubt" / Cruina The Agnostic.