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 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.

by Mary Elizabeth Frye

Comments (384)

This is a very good poem 10++++++++
very creepy voice, creepy reading.
I found this poem on a brand new iPad. Except, the last two letters were missing. I purchased this iPad for my wife who is in the final stages of PSP. My prayers be with anyone in need for comfort as many have prayered for my love’s comfort.
Sublime, it lifts you up with the reading of the the light verses, so you become part of the poem.
I believe that anonymous is the name given as author for this lovely poem.
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