In memory of our dear friend and poet, Steve

( Steve Monaghan aka BRBspasskey and latterly Moocowski )

who peacefully slipped from our midst at 1.00 am this morning. June 2nd 2006

 

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 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.

          REST IN PEACE,  DEAR FRIEND  x 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~     DO NOT STAND  AT MY GRAVE  AND WEEP       (Written at least 50 years ago, this poem has been attributed at different times to J.T. Wiggins (an English emigre to America), two Americans: Mary E. Fry and Marianne Reinhardt, and more recently to Stephen Cummins, a British soldier killed in Northern Ireland who left a copy for his relatives. Others claim it is a Navajo burial prayer.)