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 glint on snow.

Do not stand at my grave and cry

I am not there – I do not die.

 

I am the sunlight on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush,

I am the sweet 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 do not die.

 

Do not think of me as gone –

I am with you still in each new dawn.

 

Author: Mary Frye

 

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