Do not stand
By my grave, and weep,
I am not there,
I do not sleep--
I am the thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints in snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle, autumn rain.
As you awake with morning's hush,
I am the swift, up-flinging rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the day transcending night.
Do not stand
By my grave, and cry--
I am not there,
I did not die.
(Clare Harner (1909 - 1977))
Do not stand
By my grave, and weep,
I am not there,
I do not sleep--
I am the thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints in snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle, autumn rain.
As you awake with morning's hush,
I am the swift, up-flinging rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the day transcending night.
Do not stand
By my grave, and cry--
I am not there,
I did not die.
(Clare Harner (1909 - 1977))
Do not stand
By my grave, and weep,
I am not there,
I do not sleep--
I am the thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints in snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle, autumn rain.
As you awake with morning's hush,
I am the swift, up-flinging rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the day transcending night.
Do not stand
By my grave, and cry--
I am not there,
I did not die.
(Clare Harner (1909 - 1977))
Do not stand
By my grave, and weep,
I am not there,
I do not sleep--
I am the thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints in snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle, autumn rain.
As you awake with morning's hush,
I am the swift, up-flinging rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the day transcending night.
Do not stand
By my grave, and cry--
I am not there,
I did not die.
(Clare Harner (1909 - 1977))
Jeg minnes Elisabeth som en varm og vennlig mor/mormor/svigermor som alltid viste kjærlig omsorg for sine kjære❤️
Varme tanker til Elisabeths kjære familie i sorgen.
Vennlig hilsen fra Rut Jorunn
Takk for at vi fikk bli kjent med Elisabeth og familien hennes, vi traff dere ikke så ofte, men det var alltid veldig hyggelig, og jeg vet at mor Ruth satt stor pris på samtalene og alle de nydelige brevene hun sendte.
Varme tanker til dere i sorgen og savnets tid💗En høyt elsket mor som også har kjent på kjærlighet og omsorg fra sine barn - som man sår skal man høste 💗