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 morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet bird 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.
~ Shodoboy
... soothing, gentle, peaceful.
calm
1 comment:
Hi!
Thank you so much for your kind words about the poem on my site, It was read at my Mum's funeral. Makes me sad but also very happy. I'm so happy that you liked it and put it on your blog. Thank you!
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