
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's 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 star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die.
- Unknown
(Photo: unruly things via naturally nina)
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's 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 star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die.
- Unknown
(Photo: unruly things via naturally nina)
5 comments:
That's a beautiful poem. I hope you are doing ok. It's so tough to lose someone - esp at a young age. I hope her kids are doing ok - or as ok as you can be when going through something like this.
This is so beautiful, I'm so sorry for your loss but it sounds like your heart has the perfect perspective through this sadness.
This literally brought tears to my eyes -- it's so beautiful.
We used that on my mom's prayer cards too...it's very lovely.
You know we used that on my one grandma's as well and I've seen it at others and for some reason I just don't like it. Odd I know. I mean it's a nice poem but it didn't help me any.
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