Saturday, June 11, 2011

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep - Mary 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 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 Frye (1904-2004)

2 comments:

  1. I disagree. I want everyone to stand at my grave and weep until a red fern grows.

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  2. really deep words....

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