Weep not

So, weep not for me when I am gone,

For I have lived to see and feel

The sun rise brilliant yellow above the sea

And set in golden glory over distant fields.


And watched the angry sea lash with

Giant waves, the rocky cliffs,

And, in calmer mood, lap gently up

The sandy beach.


I have smelt the fragrant scent of rose and lilac,

Of honeysuckle and new mown grass,

The pungent smell of fresh sawn cedar wood and pine,

And the salty breeze, spume-blown and foam edged

North Sea breakers.


Then weep not for me,

No greater experience can be mine.



Andrea Jackson The Holistic Celebrant

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