Do not stand at my grave with flowers,
for the dead do not bloom.
Do not whisper my name in sorrow,
for the echoes do not return.
Instead, listen to the wind between the trees,
where I have left my breath.
Trace the dust along your windowsill,
where my touch still lingers.
I am gone, yes—
but only from your sight.
Close your eyes,
and I am there.
Sit still,
and hear the places,
where the dead
lingers inside.
About the Creator
Marvelous Michael
I’m so glad you are here!
“Heaven and earth will pass away, but My words will by no means pass away.”
Matthew 24:35 NKJV
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Comments (1)
When you said, "Close your eyes, I'm still here", it reminded me of an emotional and heartbreaking scene of a movie! Sooo Good 🥺🌿