walking still

musings

March 5, 2009 at 11:24 pm (Life)

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 sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry..
I am not there. I did not die.

I came across this poem today and was struck by it’s beauty. It is how i want to be remembered. I know no one will probably ever see this post, or read it, but when im dead, if someone knows about my wordpress, i hope they check it. and find this. i want this to be read at my funeral. i read it and it touched something in me. maybe because i hope that there is something after this, that this isnt the final destination. i hope for this, but i do not know. and when im no longer living, i dont want people to think of me as gone forever, i want them to connect things with me; places, songs, events. i dont want them to grieve for the loss, but be joyous for the time they had with me. i guess im feeling a bit morbid and philosophical today, i have an english paper to write and chem homework to do, but intead im on here for the first time in months.