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

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i had to write mine, thanks for bring my inspiration.
I have to 'man up' and read this lovely poem at my dear wife's celebration of life on Friday. I have a recording as back up in case I don't feel able. I will try my very best for her. She had arranged her funeral down to the last detail. God bless you darling Stella.
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