Selected Verse

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's rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush,

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quite birds 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.

Comments

[Dan Kent]

A beautiful poem. I lost my dad last year, and it was the same - our relationship was not what it could have been. So when I felt the loss it was something of a surprise. I feel for you in this sad and reflective time.