Blase S. Scarnati

In loving memory of our beloved husband, father and grandfather, Blase S. Scarnati, who passed away seven years ago today.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there, I do not sleep;

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on snow;

I am the sunlight on ripened grain,

I am 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.