To go along the Silent Way, grieve not,
Nor speak of me with tears but laugh and talk
Of me as if I were beside you there.
(I'd come -- I'd come, could I but find a way!
But would not tears and grief be barriers?)
And when you hear a song or see a bird
I loved, please do not let the thought of me
Be sad... For I am loving you just as
I always have...
You were so good to me!
There are so many things I wanted still
To do -- so many things to say to you...
Remember that I did not fear... It was
Just leaving you that was so hard to face...
We cannot see Beyond... But this I know:
I loved you so -- 'twas heaven here with you!
God saw that you were getting tired,
And a cure was not to be,
So he put His arms around you
And whispered, "Come to Me."
With tears we saw you sinking
And watched you fade away.
And though we loved you dearly,
We could not make you stay.
But when we saw you sleeping
So peaceful and free from pain,
We could not wish you back
To suffer that again.
A golden heart stopped beating,
Hardworking hands at rest.
It broke our hearts but proved to us
God only takes the best.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there;
I do not sleep.
I am the 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 awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift upflinging
of quiet birds in circling flight;
I am the star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there;
I did not die.