This post is inspired by the poem that Tea with Margaritas put on her blog a few days ago. It reminded me of the one that helped me when my mum died and that I want to have read out at my own funeral when the time comes. I hope it may also bring some comfort to anyone who needs it now.
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 glint on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain,
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight,
I am the soft stars that shine at night
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there - I do not sleep.
I think these are beautiful and inspiring words.
3 comments:
Rowan,
That's a beautiful sentiment. I've read it in the past and it is quite comforting to reflect on when someone close to us passes on.
rel
I have seen this poem before, I think I remember reading there is a bit of controvesy over its author. It was found in a dead soldier, by the name of Cummins, pocket, although he didn't write it, some say that is was written by an American woman called Frye, and I think there is another contender too. The words are lovely, I do feel I have heard it recently read aloud somewhere, but can't think where.
The fairy painting is by Margaret Tarrant, who is not quite as well known as the the Flower Fairy lady CM Barker.
That`s another lovely one Rownan.
tea
xo
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