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I am looking for this poem. It is often published alongside obituaries. I believe the author to be unknown. A speedy response is appreciated as I need it for a funeral on Monday. Thank you
-- Mary Merkel (Byngomum@aol.com), May 15, 1999
this one ? . Carried on the wind (Do not stand at my grave and weep ) by J. BrunnerFrom the moment that he learned that she was gone
He began to remember all the wonderful things they'd done
And the things that she wanted to be when she grew old
ended before they started
and he felt his heart grow cold
And then the wind began to blow and on it he heard her voice
Sweet as he remembered telling him he had a choice
He could either dwell on the past
Or he could choose to see her
Still alive in the world they'd had
The wind said:
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die
From the moment that he heard what the wind had said
That she was not alive because he had thought her dead
And if he remembered
And if he did his part
She would live forever
Forever within his heart
Because the wind said:
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's rain
When you waken in the morning's hush
I am the sweet 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
-- ilza (ilza@pobox.com), May 16, 1999.