IN MEMORIUM
JEAN PORTER DEVINE
May 1924-March 3, 2014
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
the rains fall soft upon your fields
and until we meet again,
may God hold you
in the palm of His hand.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
the rains fall soft upon your fields
and until we meet again,
may God hold you
in the palm of His hand.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am the diamond glints on the snow. I am the sunlight that 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 in circled flight.
I am the diamond glints on the snow. I am the sunlight that 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 in circled 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...
Only one
day before your mother's birthday anniversary you, yourself, departed this
world. And now she has all four of her beloved children with her...at rest.
To my late Grandmother, Elizabeth Raleigh, you were right [we
'are'; my DNA proves it].
