MEMORIAL

Do not stand at my grave and weep …

I am not there

I do not sleep

I am a vagrant wind that flees

I am the teasing light on trees

I am the sun upon the plain

I am the gentle summer rain

Do not stand at my grave and grieve …

I am not there

I did not leave

When you awake in morning’s hush

I am the wondrous surging rush

Of outback birds in circled flight.

I am the stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry …

I am not there

I did not die

COMMENTS

  1. A very sensitive and comforting poem.
    Beautiful!

    Linda Smidt
    the Netherlands

    — Linda Smidt · 21 June 2009 · #

 
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