Verse for a Death
Some years ago, a very dear friend of mine (and fellow Coven-member of New Gwynedd) died, and I was asked to do the eulogy. After a lot of searching, it is the same verse I chose, and was spoken at his graveside memorial. Here is the full text, as I have it.
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 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.