I. Noreen Dana

Do not stand at my grave and weep

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.

Gone But Not Forgotten

A precious one from us has gone, a voice we loved has stilled; a place is vacant in our home, which never can be filled. God in his wisdom has recalled, the boon his love has given, and though the body slumbers here, the soul is safe in Heaven.