photo courtesy of Travis Jessop
My daddy finally received his sweet release from this world.
And now his journey continues…but without it’s restrictive form.
I was reminded this week by a dear fellow blogger, Michael,
of an old poem I read when I was younger. My dad might
have even shown it to me. It’s the perfect poem for my
poet friends. Thank you for all your support in this difficult
time. It’s bittersweet. But am grateful for his peace.
Good friends knowing that both my daddy and I love
words, especially poetry, have offered some beautiful
gold nuggets…I will, if I can, pass them along this week,
or at least weekly. Thanks for loving his sweet spirit.
A Thousand Winds
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 stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die. – Mary Elisabeth Frye