Simply beautiful
I ran across a poem today that expresses exactly my beliefs and I hope that when my time comes someone will pause for a moment a say this for me, or rather for those who may notice my passing. I’m sure most have you have seen or heard this before but it was a first for me and perfectly expresses a pagan view of life and death.
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 softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight.
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there — I do not die.
