DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP
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.
Anon
I think we should go back to the original Armistice Day concept. When I was a boy everyone, everywhere, kept two minutes silence at 1100 hrs on 11 November. 1100 hrs on Rembrance Sunday (9 Nov) clashes horribly with the England/Wales quarter final which will inevitably reduce church attendance.
