Grieve Not

by Beth M. Spaulding

Grieve not, nor keep my memory fresh

With flowers laid daily on my grave,

I am not there, 'Tis but the earthly shell,

My soul has gone to Him, who gave.

Hold me not forever dead,

for Death Is but a moment's passing,

then the Light, And into God's kind hands,

I rest Forever, from my earthly flight.

But if on a summer's day, you hear a singing bird,

Or see a rose pearled with morning dew,

I bid you, think of me with smiling lips,

For such were mine, each day of Life, with you.

- Beth M. Spaulding