Thursday, May 28, 2009

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 sunset 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 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.

Bev and family, you are in our hearts.


Samsmama said...

I got misty eyed reading this. You are a great friend who will no doubt be of great comfort to Bev while she goes through the grieving process.

Bev, we're all thinking of you! Much love,


jessica o said...


Bev said...

Thanks, Mala, and thanks Mary & Jess.... I don't know how I got lucky enough to have a friend like Mala. oxoxox