Notta
20 Jan 2011, 02:44 PM
This was the first thing that came to mind when I saw your user name:
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.
I always think people returning to star dust when they die. I read this poem at my mother's funeral -- as she read it at her favorite sister's funeral.
Welcome to the Cafe!
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.
I always think people returning to star dust when they die. I read this poem at my mother's funeral -- as she read it at her favorite sister's funeral.
Welcome to the Cafe!