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Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep

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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 glints on snow…
I am the sunlight on ripened grain…
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you waken in the morning’s hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of gentle birds in circling flight…
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry—
I am not there… I did not die…

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6 comments to Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep

  • J. Jones

    Very inspirational. Continue to use your tallent for the Lord. There’s a great blessing awaiting you.

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    • Brenda Winters

      Thank you. I play sacred music on piano. I want to use my talents for the Lord but no one seems to need me to teach them how to play piano or read music or do choreography with Ballet. If you know of anyone whop needs me let me know. I do go into Nursing homes and play when asked and sometimes when not asked. Most love to have a stranger come and play sacred and classical music for them If I were wealthy I would do this more and give newer pianos to them because most Nursing Homes have old out of tune pianos that sound off key. Most have one old piano in their dining rooms way back in a corner.
      Many of the older beautiful hymns from early America have been lost or forgotten like many of the people in these homes.

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  • crystal

    i have loved this peom for over 16 yrs since the death of my son it is a strong peom i wish i could find more like it

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  • Brenda kay Winters

    Thank you Chris Grandpa had a Tombstone Store original poem by Brenda kay Winters Your site may use this one I wrote-Grandpa had a tombstone store. When I was a child, our Country was at war. Riding monuments like horses, my life went far. As a teenager, I and my family were almost killed in a car. I do not know why God keeps some here. He takes away others we love somewhere. Remember, we are dust and to dust we will go. Learn to love Your Creator because all belongs to Him, isn’t this so?

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  • Soffee

    My father died this morning. Looking for comfort and his favorite poem about Hugs I came across this and loved it. Thank you.

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    • Brenda Winters

      Soffee you are very welcome. My grieving has been very difficult since I had both of my parents neglected to death by a criminal who stole most of their life savings and split up my family and he got away with it all because most every one believed his lies. This happened at the end of 2010 and I am still trying to get old laws changed that favor the criminal not the victims.
      Thank you for enjoying my poem.

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