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“Do not stand at my grave and weep”

Author: Mary Elizabeth Frye

lone headstone

Do not stand at my grave and weep;

I am not there; I do not sleep.

dandelion

I am a thousand winds that blow,

 

snowflakes

I am the diamond glints on snow,

 

wheat field

I am the sun on ripened grain,

 

single leaf

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.