Poem : Do Not Stand At My Grave

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 the snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn’s rain.

When you awaken in the mornings hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.

– – – written by Mary Elizabeth Frye