Although I had read Dan Millman books, I wasn't aware of or had overlooked this poem in my readings. My cousin Denny recommended I read this poem at Weston's funeral. When I read it, it was exactly what I needed to hear. I hadn't thought of that poem in quite a few years.
Unfortunately I had reason to find the poem again today. Cousin Denny's mother - my aunt Marybeth - contacted me to get a copy as a 19 year old young man connected with their family recently died of a drug overdose.
It's a beautiful poem that I hope brings people comfort when they experience the loss of a loved one. It has rung true in my life as every encounter with wildlife is my Weston. My kids now see a hawk or large bird and say, "look mom, there's uncle Weston!"
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.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there. I did not die.
from Dan Millman's Sacred Journey of the Peaceful Warrior
Monday, May 25, 2009
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