I am 1,000 winds that blow

This is the exact location where we scattered my mom's ashes today, Carter's Lake, GA.  It was a beautiful day on the lake.  Here's the poem I read:

Do not stand at a grave and weep

I am not there, I do not sleep

I am a 1,000 winds that blow

I am the diamond glints on snow

I am the sun 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 light

I am the soft star that shines at night

Do not stand at a grave and cry

I am not there; I did not die.

Anonymous 

Comments

[Seth]

Beautiful and extremely powerful. Thanks for sharing.

[panasianbiz]

I stumbled across your blog while I was doing some online research. What an amazing and peaceful final resting place. That poem is one of my favorites as well. My condolences.