Its from Dan Millman's "Sacred Journey of the Peaceful Warrior" with a bit added by J.E.

I thought it too beautiful and poignant not to be shared here.


The widower to his late wife




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 a thousand glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there. I did not die.
I live in a million places and things
Recalled as memories, borne on wings
From times and towns beyond the sea
Do not stand and weep for me.
In son and daughter and smallest child
I am there. Be glad. I am free.





Poetry by Christian Lanciai The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2007-02-21 at 13:06

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I have read this before Christian and it is true they love and live on in our children, but! and the but is huge in my case, the longing to be reunited is a constant force to be reckoned with for those left behind. Thanks for the reminder, I will try to keep it in mind. Tai
2007-02-21