From Heaven
Do not stand
By my grave and weep.
I am not there,
I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints in snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle, autumn rain.
As you awake with morning’s hush,
I am the swift up-flinging rush,
Of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the day transcending soft night.
Do not stand
By my grave, and cry,
I am not there.
I did not die.
Wes xxx
Alan Goddard:
23/05/2023