I Do Not Sleep
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Anet
November 10, 2012 @ 9:40 am
Mwah!
Rodica
November 10, 2012 @ 2:36 am
For me…it is no a well moment to recall…
But is nice to remember always… ours souls…living in eternity!
dervish
November 9, 2012 @ 9:57 pm
welcome to Sufiland.
B Anita
November 9, 2012 @ 8:25 pm
I agree!
Mable
June 4, 2012 @ 10:44 pm
Jesus made the stars.
The Bible tells us to worship the creator, not the stars or creatures that He made.
Rodica
June 3, 2012 @ 12:17 pm
If you don’t sleep…please, let the others to sleep…because they need…
Sheilla Marshall
January 29, 2012 @ 2:33 am
If I offended someone with the comment I wrote on January 14 after reading “I Do Not Sleep,” I apologize for my choice of words. Please read the comment I made this past week about my interest in astronomy, etc. This should explain more clearly the message I meant to convey. I was raised a Christian and followed the teachings of Jesus. Now that I’m approaching the end of my life, I’m looking to the stars for answers. I was always a star gazer from the time I was a very little girl and have an interest in astronomy. With the advancements in space exploration, which includes the mysteries of our universe, the nebulae, the galaxies and our solar system I’m acquiring a better understanding of our existence. I don’t disrespect religious beliefs and hope my beliefs will be respected as well.
mahta
January 16, 2012 @ 5:46 am
Thanks NetHugs ….
Bev Pederson
January 15, 2012 @ 10:14 am
Eccelesiastes 9:5,6 says For the living know that they will die; But the dead know nothing. And they have no more reward, For the memory of them is forgotten. Also their love, their hatred, and their envy have now perished. Nevermore will they have a share in anything down under the sun.
John 11:11 refers to the death of Lazarus. Jesus says “Our friend Lazarus sleeps, but I go that I may wake him up.” We know from the text that Jesus raised Lazarus from the dead. But while he, Lazarus, was dead, Jesus refered to it as sleep.
Mable
January 14, 2012 @ 4:22 pm
The BIble says absent from the body, present with the Lord!
Sheilla Marshall
January 14, 2012 @ 11:22 am
This poem has special meaning for me. My mother left it for me to be read after her death. Recently, I sent it to my doctor’s wife after he passed. This expresses my feelings about mourning by a grave site as well as the essence of the soul after it departs. It’s a beautiful poem. All of us who have felt the prescence of a loved one who has died, can understand the sentiments expressed here. We and everything else on Earth, the solar system and universe began as stardust. Our soles leave our earthly bodies after death in the form of molecules (cosmic energy) free to roam the heavens and beyond.
Rodica
January 14, 2012 @ 11:05 am
My dearest friend…you scare me now…
You are here …with me, my friend…or you don’t want to be any more…near me and your friends…
Even…so…we all…will pass away…one day…and of course ours souls cannot be found…in a grave…
Remember…we live an eternal life…or did you change your mind and not want to be…after all…together?
But I agree: you can be everything you want to be…for me you already is a thousand winds, a diamond glint…or fallen snow, or sunlight…but don’t speak any more, please…about your grave…
You are my special friend and I don’t want to lose you…O.K.?
webmaster
January 13, 2012 @ 9:34 pm
I Do Not Sleep
(Text Version)
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there.
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that swiftly blow.
I am the diamond glint
on newly fallen snow.
I am the sunlight
on ripened grain.
I am the soft and gentle autumn rain.
When you wake from sleep in the early morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft, starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there.
I do not sleep.
Author Unknown