An Old Irish Poem

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...

I found this Irish poem while searching for the words to another Irish blessing.

While painting these past two weeks at the Tunnel Hill Civil War Battlefield, I've been thinking about all the American soldiers who fought and died during that war. The land is peaceful now, strewn with sweet-smelling hay bales drying in the Autumn sun. If you care to look back at the past few posts, you'll see some of these paintings. There are still 5 more to be posted. The titles are "Country Store with Caboose", "Who Will See Us?", "The Colors of Early", "Just Saying 'Good Morning'", and "May the Road Rise to Meet You".

The Civil War Reenactment - Battle of Tunnel Hill - will be held on September 8th and 9th this year. Remember the boys in grey and blue.