“Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep”
By Mary Elizabeth Frye
I give you this one thought to keep- I am with you still. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sunglight 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.
“Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep”
–A Song of Hope
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