Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Happy Birthday, Hula

I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!


  1. Malum,

    Here's a poem I used to read over and over again after we lost Dad back in 2001. You are in my thoughts and prayers bro.


    Death Is Nothing At All
    by Henry Scott Holland (1847-1918),
    Canon of St.Paul´s Cathedral

    Death is nothing at all.
    I have only slipped away into the next room,
    I am I and you are you,
    Whatever we were to each other, that we still are.
    Call me by my old familiar name,
    Speak to me in the easy way which you always used,
    Put no difference in your tone,
    Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow,
    Laugh as we always laughed,
    At the little jokes we enjoyed together.
    Let it be spoken without effect,
    Without the trace of a shadow on it.
    Life means all that it ever meant,
    It is the same that it ever was.
    There is unbroken continuity.
    Why should I be out of mind,
    Because I am out of sight?
    I am waiting for you, for an interval,
    Somewhere very near,
    Just around the corner, all is well.

  2. Thanks for the thought bro. Uplifting indeed.