This poem has helped me tremendously in dealing with a lot of my grief over the past couple of years.
Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep
‘words are attributed to Mary E Frye, 1932′
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 sun 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.

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