Do not stand at my
grave and forever weep ...
I am not there; I do not sleep ...
I am a thousand winds that blow ...
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 ...
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 forever cry ...
I am not there ...
I did not die ...
~Melinda Sue Pacho
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 forever cry ...
I am not there ...
I did not die ...
~Melinda Sue Pacho