17/04/2024
Do not stand
By my grave, and weep.
I am not there,
I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints in snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle, autumn rain.
As you awake with morning’s hush,
I am the swift, up-flinging rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight,
I am the day transcending night.
Do not stand
By my grave, and cry
I am not there,
I did not die.
("The Gypsy", toegeschreven aan Clare Harner.)
