Do not Stand at my Grave & 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.”  

Mary Elizabeth Frye

~ an end is for something new to begin ~

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