Mum and I
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 morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet bird in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
posted by shodoboy at 2:59 am
1 Comments:
Beautiful poem... so beautiful i want to take it with me! may i?
(i stumbled upon your blog during an evening/morning of contemplation... it is a breath of fresh air! Thank you)
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