Monday, November 10, 2008

A Native American Verse

I have to post this just because I found it so beautiful.

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's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush,
of quiet birds in the 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.

1 comment:

  1. 11/12 - I found out this was my cousin saying hi. This was the verse on her card at the services. I wonder who chose it.

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