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 diamond glints of snow;
I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn’s rain;
When you awaken in the morning’s hush;
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds encircled flight
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

A Sailor’s (Michael’s) Prayer (for Edie)

Dear God, watch over her for me
That she may safely guarded be
Help her each lonely hour to bear
As I would Lord, if I were there.
When she is sleeping watch her then
That fear may not her dream offend
Be ever near her through the day
Let none but goodness come her way.
Sweet faithful girl who waits for me
Beyond the wide and spacious sea
Be merciful, O God, I Pray
Take care of her while I am away.