Do Not Stand at my Grave and Weep

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
By Mary 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 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.

Author: Brian

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1 thought on “Do Not Stand at my Grave and Weep”

  1. It is a beautiful poem indeed, and I am sorry for your loss but also uplifted by the fact that it was one of the nicest funerals that you have ever been to. I’m sure Christina will be happy to know how well she is remembered.

    I know I never knew Christina and probably would not know what she would be happy for. But from personal experience, I’d rather be remembered than just forgotten.
    Good Night

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