Bernard Harold AHENAKEW

Bernard Harold Ahenakew 1964 2008 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'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 stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there; I did not die. Lovingly remembered by his family. Published in the Saskatoon StarPhoenix on 11/7/2009