Do not stand

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,

I am the sun on ripened grain

I am in gentle autumn rain,


When you awaken in the morning hush

I am swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circling flight

I am the star-shine at night


Do not stand at my grave and cry

I do not die


Mary Elizabeth Frye (1905 – 2004)

Andrea Jackson The Holistic Celebrant

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