Mary Elizabeth Frye (13 November, 1905 - 15 September 2004 / Dayton, Ohio)
Do not 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.
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this is one of my favorite poems... love never dies.. a loving soul will continue to exist even after death.. it will exist in all the elements that make this universe.. this is the way to remember someone or be remembered.. beautiful words..
This is one of the most beautiful poems I have ever read.
Indeed you are alive Mary
A true tribute to the spirit of mankind, we are not just one element, mortal life is just one phase of a never ending circle.
Wow, I am amazed, this is beautiful.
The demise of our loved ones cause us to distress but this poem instills that they still reside in nature's glory.
Beautiful poem. This site is healing...
A beautiful poem. It is amazing.
Absolutely beautiful. I would say R.I.P. but I don't think I need to
its trusting... Am inlove with this poem