Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep by Mary Elizabeth Frye

It's been awhile since I have posted any poetry, but I came across this poem the other day and thought it was beautiful and deserved to be shared.

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.

1 comment:

  1. I've always been a fan of this poem. Thanks for sharing! Have a great weekend.