This is a quite wonderful poem that we will probably have all come across in one of those book corners in the local garden centre where the poem has been reprinted for the reader to enjoy.
Let me explain that the poem was written by an American lady many years ago and was never made subject to Copyright. As a result, the poem has been reproduced time and time again. And deservedly so because it is such an emotional piece of writing. I know that it has been recited at one funeral held for an SAS soldier and that on an another occasion an RUC officer found the poem scribbled on a piece of paper in a soldier’s jacket when recovering his body following a terrorist related incident.
Enough said, so here it is...
Do Not Stand at my Grave and Weep
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 sun 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 circling flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.