SATB divisi, 6’10”

In paradisum de ducant te angeli;

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.

Chorus angelorum te suscipiat.

In Paradisum from Missa pro defunctis
and Mary Elizabeth Frye (1905-2004)

Peace is often difficult for those struggling with the loss of a loved one. This work is dedicated to the memory of a long-time friend and fellow chorister.

This work is published by Muziksea.