“I have been listened my to your podcast for a long time and I am sad to see (or hear!) it’s end. but I wish Lewis and Micheal luck on their approaching segment of life as Jess, triple j and the listening say their goodbyes. But to provide comfort for the grieving, I now recite a poem from Mary Elizabeth Fry, to change their perceptions on this event
“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.”
- anonymous CHILD *hehe*”Read full review »
*Anonymous*. via Apple Podcasts ·
Australia ·
07/24/23