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.
We miss your face; you were taken too soon. Your beaming smile that lit up the room, Them cheeky dimples and twinkle in your eye.
A short funeral verse, traditionally used as a eulogy or epitaph. A reminder that death comes to everyone and to remember a loved one.
A moving funeral poem by 19th Century American writer Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, full of beautiful natural imagery.
A beautiful poem by Khalil Gibran about coping with grief and suffering. Suitable for reading as a funeral poem or eulogy.
