During our trip to Saskatchewan, Canada, we visited the pioneer town (long abandoned, yet some rebuilt so visitors like us can see a small bit of what their life in the late 1800s on the Saskatchewan prairie was like) of Cannington Manor. I photographed several headstone messages I wanted to remember.
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.
God takes our loved ones from our homes but never from our hearts.
Our darling child,
infant son of
William & Matilda Turton
died March 5, 1915
Aged 4 days
God’s finger touched him and he slept.
No pain, no grief, no anxious fear, can reach the peaceful sleeper here.
