14+ Funeral Poems Do Not Weep For Me

Do not weep for me for I have not gone.

Funeral poems do not weep for me. Do not weep for me for I have not gone. I did not die. For with your love I was so blessed. I am the wind that shakes the mighty Oak.

And when you feel sad And life seems so blue Just remember That my spirit has its arms around you. Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there I do not sleep. I am the diamond glint on snow. I am in the flowers that bloom.

I am the gentle rain that falls upon your face. My body may not be there. I am the gentle rain that falls upon your face. I am the chuckling laughter of the mountain stream.

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 the chuckling laughter of the mountain stream. My soul lives on Looking down watching over You and everyone. I am the soft starlight at night.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the memory that dwells in the heart of those that knew me. I am the gentle rain that falls upon your face. Do Not Weep For Me.

Do not weep for me for I have not gone. I am the diamond glint on snow. I am the memory that dwells in the heart of those that knew me. I am the wild goose that flies south at Autumns call and I shall return at Summer rising.

Do Not Weep For Me. Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am in the morning hush I am in the graceful rush Of beautiful birds in circling flight I am the starshine of the night. Therefore the wise weep not.

Funeral Poem Do Not Weep. Dont weep for me Author unknown 1 minute 25 seconds Dont weep for me for it was time to slip lifes bonds and soar and climb. I have tasted the salt of bitterness of tears. I am at peace my souls at rest.

I am the wild goose that flies south at Autumns call and I shall return at Summer rising. Do not weep for me for I have not gone. Do not weep for me for I have not gone. Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there I do not sleep.

I am not there I do not sleep. Weep not for me. I am the chuckling laughter of the mountain stream. Into that gentle night.

For with your love I was so blessed For all those many years. I am the wind that shakes the mighty Oak. Expendable their only role a growing medium for the soul. It has chosen to sleep.

I am the spring flower that pushes through the dark earth. Do Not Weep For Me. I am the wind that shakes the mighty Oak. I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am just around the corner. I am the stag on the wild hills way. I am the shadow that dances on the edge of your vision. I am the memory that dwells in the heart of those that knew me.

I am the gentle autumn rain. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not weep for me for I have not gone. Do not stand at my grave and cry I am not there.

Put now these things out of your thoughts. Weep not for me though I am gone Into that gentle night Grieve if you will but not for long Upon my souls sweet flight I am at peace my souls at rest There is no need for tears. Do not weep for me for I have not gone. I am a thousand winds that blow I am the diamond glints on snow I am the sun on ripened grain I am the gentle autumn rain.

I am the spring flower that pushes through the dark earth. Upon my souls sweet flight. When you remember me Please do not weep. Weep not for me though I have gone.

Do not weep for me for I have not gone. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am in a thousand winds that blow I am the softly falling snow. I am the memory that dwells in the heart of those that knew me.

Im not that far away. There is no pain I suffer not The fear now all is gone. I do not sleep. Do not grieve for what is past for bodies are not meant to last.

I am just around the corner. And on those special days Times that you wish I could see. I am the gentle showers of rain I am the fields of ripening grain. I am the spring flower that pushes through the dark earth.

Be inspired with these 10 beautiful poems for funerals or browse a collection of funeral poems for more ideas. Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. When you awaken in the mornings hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. There is no need for tears.

I am the shadow that dances on the edge of your vision. Grieve if you will but not for long. For all those many years. When you wake in the morning hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the stag on the wild hills way.