Sunday, 20 September 2009

Do not stand!

 

 

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 glint in the snow.

I am the sunlight on the ripened grain.

I am the fresh gentle autumn rain.

 

When you wake in the morning hush.

It's me that gives you that uplifting rush.

It's calm and quiet those birds in flight.

I am the starlight on a clear night.

 

Do not stand at my grave and weep.

I am not there, I do not sleep.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.

I am not there, I did not die!

 

 

2 comments:

SarahA said...

I read this many moons ago and always thought beautiful. I was told a young chap wrote such for his family in case in got killed in action. He did and they found such.

er said...

Thanks for the comment Sarah,it's a very moving piece.Sadly my dad died last year,and these words gave great comfort to my mum and the rest of the family.