Do not Stand at My Grave and Cry
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep,
I am a 1,000 winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun 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 light,
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,
For I have taken flight.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am the leaves that whistles by,
I am the the seeds that will be sowed,
I will be there to watch them grow,
When you awake in the morning's sun,
On that day my work will be done,
For I shall rise to the sky,
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
With all my Love
Angelene (Cookie) Odems-Brown
and Family
Angelene Odems-Brown
marieodems
26th August 2007