A dear and valued friend just lost her father. This is for her.
Do Not Weep
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.
~ Author Unknown
Photo credit: “Day 4- Stars -1 (8431511252)” by Takashi Hososhima from Tokyo, Japan – Day 4: Stars #1. Licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0 via Wikimedia Commons.