Sunday, February 5, 2012

In memory of the ones we loved...

Do Not Stand at My Grave ~ Mary Elizabeth Frye

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 sun 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 circling flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

1 comment:

  1. oh, i love that poem. it always make me stop and pause. xx

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