RC (1612 - 1649 / England)

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 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.

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I dy even in desire of death. Still live in me this loving strife Of living Death and dying Life..... //..... Expressions so insightful, profound and philosophical. Great sharing.
It is rather confusing how he seems to enjoy life on Earth, yet is in such a hurry to go to heaven. When he prays Still shine on me, fair suns! that I Still may behold, though still I dy.. So even with good luck in his life, he still wants to be in heaven right then and there? If I were him, I would milk the joy out of mortal life and then enjoy eternal life in heaven.