Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

By 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.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

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One thought on “Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

  1. A very touching piece to read today.. well anyday, for that matter. I recently lost my brother. He was two years younger than I. We were very close, to say the least, and I look for connections to him everywhere I go. Thank you for sharing.
    ~Jen

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