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 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 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.
The famous prayer of St. Francis of Assisi, a medieval preacher, is a beautiful message of optimism, resolve and peace that can be read as
This brief poem by an anonymous author portrays life on earth as a prelude to eternal salvation in heaven. The religious meaning of this poem
I know it hurt you; It hurt me too, But now that you’re gone All I know is I miss you. You were there for
My mother seems so far away from me On that beautiful white shore across the sea. Yet I remember love’s soft glow upon her face
