Do not stand at my grave and weep
For I’m not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am diamond glints of snow;
I am sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn’s rain;
When you awaken in the morning’s hush;
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds encircled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.
Some people could be given an entire field of roses and only see the thorns in it.
Others could be given a single weed and only see the wildflower in it.
Perception is a key component to gratitude
and gratitude a key component to joy.
Diplomacy is the art of winning without having the other person lose. —Anon
The secret of patience is finding something else to do in the meantime.
Feature photo: Willunga Almond blossoms (c) M.E. Trudinger circa 1985
Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.
Wisdom is the reward you get for a lifetime of listening
when you’d have preferred to talk.
Photo: Desert Springtime. (c) Sam Gross, circa, 1950
Speak Gently was written by G. W. Langford and consists of eight verses. Here are three of them:
Speak gently; it is better far
To rule by love than fear;
Speak gently; let no harsh word mar
The good we may do here.
Speak gently to the young; for they
Will have enough to bear;
Through this life as best they may,
‘Tis full of anxious care.
Speak gently to the aged one,
Grieve not the careworn heart;
Whose sands of life are nearly run,
Let such in peace depart.
Photo: Minnow Creek, Adelaide Hills, South Australia. (c) Marie Trudinger, 2016.