Wednesday, 4 September 2013

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 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."

--Mary Elizabeth Frye. 

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