Do not stand at my grave and weep
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
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
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.
American poet (1904 - 2004)
If roses grow in heaven
If roses grow
Lord please pick a bunch for me,
Place them in my Mother's arms
and tell her they're from me.
Tell her I
love her and miss her,
and when she turns to smile,
place a kiss upon her cheek
and hold her for awhile.
her is easy,
I do it every day,
but there's an ache within my heart
that will never go away.
I am free
for me, for now I'm free,
I'm following paths God made for me
I took his hand I heard him call
Then turned, and bid
farewell to all
I could not
stay another day
To laugh, to love, to sing, to play
Tasks left undone must stay that way
I found my peace... at
close of play
And if my
parting left a void
Then fill it with remembered joy
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss
Ah yes, these things I
too will miss.
Be not burdened...
deep with sorrow
I wish you sunshine of tomorrow
My life's been full I've savoured much
Good friends, good times
loved one's touch
time seemed all too brief
Don't lengthen it now with grief
Lift up your hearts and share with me,
God wants me now...
He set me free.
Miss me, but let me go
When I come
to the end of the road,
And the sun has set for me,
I want no rites in a gloom filled room
Why cry for a soul set
Miss me a little - but not for long.
And not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that once we shared.
me, but let me go.
For this is a journey we must all take,
And each must go alone.
It's all part of the master plan,
step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick at heart,
Go to the friends we know,
Laugh at all the things
we used to do.
Miss me, but let me go.
wide and starry sky
Dig the grave and let me lie:
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.
This be the
verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he long'd to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter
home from the hill.
Stevenson, poet and writer (1850 - 1894)
we shed a silent tear,
As we speak to you in prayer.
To let you know we love you,
And just how much we care.
our million teardrops,
Wrap them up in love,
Then ask the wind to carry them,
To you in heaven above.
When I must leave
When I must
leave you for a while
Please do not grieve and shed wild tears
And hug your sorrow to you through the years
out bravely with a gallant smile
And for my sake and in my name
Live on and do all the things the same
Feed not your
loneliness on empty days
But fill each working hour in useful ways
Reach out your hand in comfort and in cheer
I in turn will comfort you and hold you near
And never, never be afraid to die
For I am waiting for you in the sky.