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 have always found this poem brings great comfort. I lost my beautiful son at the age of 31. He was such an incredible man. It brings happy tears and wonderful memories. Till we meet again my son. Rest in God's Perfect Peace 😘
Most touching poem ever
Recently I'd become desperately ill. Sickness not being apart of my normal regime', i prayed my way back. In faith, I live day to day always faced with the knowledge that it could turn towards glory in a second. I love living, hoping, dreaming, loving, and being loved. The hand of God is seen arrayed in life and it is wonderful. Read this at my memorial service...
I have loved this poem for years
It is simply BEAUTIFUL
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