Though we need to weep your loss,
You dwell in that
safe place in our hearts,
Where no storm or
might or pain can reach you.
Your love was like
the dawn
Brightening over
our lives
Awakening beneath
the dark
A further
adventure of colour.
The sound of your
voice
Found for us
A new music
That brightened
everything.
To enter each day
with a generous heart.
To serve the call
of courage and love
Until we see your
beautiful face again
In that land where
there is no more separation,
Where all tears
will be wiped from our mind,
And where we will
never lose you again.
John O’Donohue
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.
Mary Elizabeth Frye
