Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep


Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep



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 glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!


- Mary Frye

I love this poem. It is so comforting. I have had some friends/family lose loved ones recently so this has me thinking about death.

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