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 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 star that shines at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there; I did not die.
Miss Me – But Let Me Go
When I come to the end of the road and the sun has set for me, I want no rites in a gloom filled room Why cry for a soul set free? Miss me a little – but not too long and not with your head bowed low Remember the love that we once shared Miss me – but let me go. For this is a journey that we all must take, and each must go alone It’s all a part of the Master’s plan A step on the road to Home. When you are lonely and sick at heart Go to the friends we know and bury your sorrows in doing good deeds. Miss me – but let me go.
