Dear Terry and Family,
Having just experienced the loss of my father last week, I know the hurt you are suffering at this time. My heart goes out to you and my prayers are lifted up for you. This poem was shared with us during our time of loss. I do not know the author but hope it provides you comfort.
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 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 stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.
God Bless you all,