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.
Thomas Bailey Aldrich, American editor, 1836-1977
What a nice poem. Thanks for sharing that!
My pleasure to share it with you my friend.
Very fitting at this point in time methinks.
Take care!
I may incorporate some of it into the remembrance card. Thank you.
Could maybe give a better insight to others my friend.
I sent it to you and Faith, as it has such a great meaning to me.
Glad that you appreciated it and we continue in prayers for you guys!
Thank you sir. You show great quality. I'm not surprised. 🙂
Just genuine my friend!