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
March 3, 2015 at 12:00 am
It’s beautiful.. even if a bit sad..
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March 3, 2015 at 12:04 am
Yes. It is bittersweet. I am sad for myself because it seems we just started our relationship…but I have already had more time than most. And I know he is not in pain anymore…free.
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March 3, 2015 at 1:08 am
Sending you hugs. (((((Hugs)))))
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March 9, 2015 at 5:19 pm
I know I’m late in sendinf this, but {{Hugs}}. I know that there can be some small comfort found amidst the loss that your father is free of suffering and looking down upon you, once again able to remember. May G-d bring you continued peace.
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March 9, 2015 at 7:58 pm
Tena, there is much comfort in knowing my daddy is free of his physical body. The weeks before he left this earth, he was in so much pain. I told him we would be fine and that our spirits could speak more freely if he was free of his troubled body. I also told him I had his back telling his legacy…Thanks so much for your kind words. They are always welcomed no matter when they come. I imagine I will be needing them for awhile as I grief this loss.
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