I don't mean to keep getting all mushy on you, but hey, this is my blog and I can write what I want. This is a "Hopi" Indian Prayer that was on a card I recently received and I thought it was beautiful. Although it may sound sad, and altho it makes me cry, it gives me strength and that's something I need a lot of these days.
Do not standat my grave and weep.I am not there,I do not sleep.I am a thousand winds that blow,I am the diamond glintson snow.I am the sunlighton the ripened grain.I am the gentleAutumn's rain.When you awakenin the morning hush,I am the swiftuplifting rushOf quiet birds in circled flight.I am the soft starsthat shine at night.Do not standat my grave and cry:I am not there,
I did not die.
God's finger touched him, and he slept. -Alfred, Lord Tennyson Peace
22 comments:
I have always believed the body was just a vehicle to the next adventure...Be well, dear...
That poem was read at my dad's burial service...Love it.
Another one that really hit me was "The Dash"
Thank you for this.
Monty
You need not add caveats to your posts. Of course, you should put out there whatever you feel or think. Cheers Odat!!
So true Odat !
This is a beautiful poem, I have read it before and I do find it comforting.
I've never read this. It's beautiful. Thanks for sharing it.
Have a peaceful day, Odat.
this is really beautiful.
I see why it touches you, Odat. It is moving and comforting.
Peace and blessings to you today.
How beautiful Odat, how beautiful. It's true too honey. Extra big [[[HUG]]]. :)
I always find comfort in that poem. The photo is so peaceful and still as well.
Peace.
Beautiful words. May they bring you peace.
It's wonderful for sure.
What a beautiful poem, it is strengthening.
Wishing you well
That is a beautiful prayer and they are words to live by. Trust us we understand that you need these things.
Big hugs
This is one of my favourite poems because it says exactly what I believe. ((hug))
I like the mushy stuff. I've heard that prayer before, and loved it.
We should all try to remember that when we lose someone.
Death is always so much harder on all of us that are left behind to continue our journey.
You're doing great, and by all means you post whatever YOU want to.
Gorgeous, and so true.
I read this at the funeral of someone I loved long ago, and it feels like an old friend meeting it here again, with you.
not only true...but comforting...
post whatever you can!
This is by far one of my most favorite poems of all time. It encompasses everything I believe about life after death and it gives me peace to think about my Papa being a thousand winds that blow and especially the diamond glints on snow.
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