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Tuesday, September 21, 2010

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 in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.

Mary Elizabeth Frye

5 comments:

  1. I love this poem, so beautiful. xo

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  2. I love this... I remember being touched by it when I read it 20 years ago and still, even now, it touches my soul.

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  3. I've read this one before, but it means so much more now that my baby has died. Thank you for posting this.

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  4. Beautiful! Thanks for sharing this!

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