GRIEF-Poetry
- 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 glint of snow.
- I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
- I am the autumn rain.
- When you awake in the morning hush,
- I am the swift uplifting rush
- Of birds circling in flight.
- I am the stars that shine at night.
- Do not stand at my grave and weep.
- I am not there.
- I do not sleep.
- Author Unknown
- I'll lend you for a little time a child of mine, He Said,
- For you to love the wile he lives and mourn for when he's dead.
- It may be six or seven years, or twenty-two or three,
- but will you, till I call him back, take care of him for me?
- He'll bring his charms to gladden you, and shall his stay be brief,
- You'll have his lovely memories as solace for your grief,
- I cannot promise he will stay, since all from Earth return,
- But there are lessons, taught down there, I want this child learn.
- I've looked the wide world over in my search for teachers true,
- And from the throngs that crowd life's lane, I have selected you.
- Now will you give him all your love nor think the labor vain,
- Nor hate me when I come to call to take him back again?
- I fancied that I heard them say, Dear Lord, Thy Will be Done!
- For all the joy Thy child shall bring, the risk for grief we'll run.
- We'll shelter him with tenderness, we'll love him while we may,
- And for the happiness we've know forever grateful stay;
- But shall the angels call for him much sooner than we've planned,
- We'll brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand.
- Edgar Guest