My Gravesite


This is my encouragement to those I leave behind when my body ceases to function. This is a poem given to me by a friend some 50 years ago. I have chosen to share it with you all now. It made so much sense to me, back then, see if it makes any sense to you as you read it.


I wish to share my friend’s poem with my readers and my fellow writers.

Weep Not For MeDo not stand at my grave and weep:


I am not there. I do not sleep.

I am a thousand gentle winds that blow.

I am the diamond glints of fresh falling snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle caress of Autumn’s rain.

I am a gentle kiss to remove your pain.

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 in the night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;

I am not there. I did not die.

On the day of Jesus Resurrection, Mary Magdelene was told not to look for Jesus amonst the dead for He had risen as promised. We too as Jesus brothers and sisters will arise to join with Our Lord in the heavens, though our bodies may die, our spirit will live on.