elegy
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 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.
~ author unknown
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am 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.
~ author unknown
posted by super inday at 4:28 pm
4 Comments:
heard this poem put into music a few months back... wanted to post it then, but never got around to doing it. now seems like an appropriate time... relatives of friends have passed away practically one after another.
such a beautiful poem... i want it read at my wake and funeral, when the time comes. i am not there, i do not sleep...
it gives me goosebumps... bravo to the author... bravo.
beautiful
very beautiful indeed. it would be better if people have these on their tomb markers instead of the usual "in loving memory...blah-blah...".
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