Death is not extinguishing the light;
it is putting out the lamp
because the dawn has come. 1
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 glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling 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. 2
I want to leave you something
Something better than words or sounds.
Look for me in the people I've known or loved
And if you cannot give me away
At least let me live in your eyes
and not on your mind.
You can love me most
by letting hands touch hands
By letting bodies touch bodies
And by letting go of children that need to be free.
Love doesn't die, people do
So when all that's left of me is love
Give me away. 4
|Don't be dismayed at good-byes.
A farewell is necessary before you can meet again.
And meeting again,
after moments or lifetimes,
is certain for those who are friends. 5
 ~Rabindranath Tagore
 -Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep ~Mary Frye
 ~Henry Scott Holland
 ~Merritt Malloy
 ~Richard Bach
For all who have lost a dear one.
from Dawn Cove Abbey
Roadside assistance for your Journey through Life
From the eBook: "One! The Journey hOMe", by Klaas Tuinman MA, © 2007-2017
I Am Not There
Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived
so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other;
that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
think of me,
pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort,
without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you,
for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just round the corner.
All is well. 3
When I die if you need to weep
Cry for your brother or sister
Walking the street beside you
And when you need me put your arms around anyone
And give them what you need to give me.
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