“Do not stand at my grave and weep”
Author: 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.
wet grass in the morning
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
flock of birds
of quiet birds in circling flight.
night sky over canyon
I am the soft starshine at night.
cemetery in the mountains
Do not stand at my grave and cry:
I am not there; I did not die.