Comment: An Irish blessing for you Nonna

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An Irish blessing for you Nonna

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there... I do not sleep.
I am the 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 waken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of gentle birds in circling 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...

Do not worry about today or tomorrow - for the strength of those who come and surround you will get you through - for you do not have to be strong - there are others to do that for you.