Monday, February 23, 2009

For a friend

This is for a dear friend who suffered a loss recently … [ had mentioned this poem in an earlier blog ]

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 starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

2 comments:

Ajit said...

anyone I know

Anonymous said...

Thanks Vadi..
Do you know Keb Mo's song - Grandma's hands?? Thats my choice for this
http://music.yahoo.com/Keb-Mo/Grandmas-Hands/lyrics/1988068
-C