Does your mind take you as the wind, into different directions?
With me, it does so often and today is no exception.
Once again I am in a frame of mind;
far removed from a world full of noise and bother.
And I remember a poem that I hold very dear;
it was written during World War I or II.
Poem by Unknown Solider -
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.