Words of Love
September 9, 2006 by Anna Farmery
Filed under Grief
These words are quite famous and believed to be from an Indian source, but I always keep them by the side of my bed – hope they help you.
“Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glint on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumnal rain
When you waken in the morning hush
I am the soft uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night
So stand not at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die”
That is exactly the poem I wanted to send my sister-in-law about the death of her mother. I think it will bring great comfort to her.