Dying Words

Apr 28, 2006 19:57

Do not stand by my grave and weep,
I am not there...
I do not sleep,
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints upon the snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the soft uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the stars that shine at night,
Do not stand by my grave and cry...
I am not there,
I did not die.

Written by an English soldier in WWI, just before he died. I found it beautiful and uplifting and felt the need to share it.
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