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.
Image: Light’s Promise, Katherine McDaniel 2016
In loving memory of Lisa Sasabuki, 2000-2016, dear sweet cat and gentle spirit. I’ll never hear the wind in the leaves quite the same way. Ack and chirp over the rainbow bridge to your dear brother Nick. We love you so much.
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My heart goes out to you Kat. 💛
This is such a lovely poem.
Thank you, Val. Lisa was a special soul. When we had Open Mics at our house for people to share their art and poetry, she would listen, watch and sit with us. She was part of the synkroniciti group. Artistic kitty. I’m missing her, but I feel her all around me. This poem gets that beautifully. Thank you for you words.