God, shower down Your oily rain,
Your long-awaited drippling grace;
Stir Your mighty gushing winds,
Your awakening thundering bliss;
Shine upon Your golden ripened grains,
Your living seed for our unseen faith;
Show us Your kindly smiling face,
Your promised gift for our true peace.
Note:
This poemprayer is inspired from a very famous death poem, 'Do not stand at my grave and weep'. I deeply believe the author holds deep faith for God, death to him is new beginning. So I wrote this poemprayer, which also regards about death by borrowing the scenes from the poem: rain, winds, grains, snow for grace, bliss, faith, and peace.
Rain/Water cleanses, the flood, or baptism, bodily death and spiritually reborn.
Winds goes with thunder, voice of Almighty, Spirit of God, pronounces Law and Grace.
Grains, seeds, sow and grow, death to & for life, to God's triumphant time.
Snow, rest and peace.
Source Poem:
Collected From Wikipedia.com
An early version, printed by others on postcards:
- 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 the gentle autumn 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 stars that shine at night.
- Do not stand at my grave and cry;
- I am not there. I did not die.
