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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.
              

 

                     – Mary Elizabeth Frye

       

         

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Posted in Everything Else 2 years, 5 months ago at 2:00 am.

2 comments

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  1. theresa jones Sep 11th 2009

    Beautiful.
    Thank you.
    May God bless all.
    Always remember and never forget.
    Peace.
    A beautiful day indeed.
    Thank you.


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