Do not stand at my grave and weep …


GRIEF AND GRIEVING

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.

This poem, that is sometimes listed as written by an anonymous poet and sometimes by Mary Elizabeth Frye, touches me deeply every time I read it.

 

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