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
Ronnie's Blog 
I like how she infers that we are one with all things. That without one item, something else wouldn’t exist. Even though I do believe scriptually that when we die we are in the grave {asleep}, I still believe that we exist with all things.
Very musical way of expressing it.
Yisraela
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This is beautiful, glad you shared!!
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It’s a pleasure.
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Reblogged this on advocatemmmohan aksharaalu.
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Reblogged this on shafiqah1 and commented:
Lovely re-blog M. Mohan, had to borrow it 😀
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Reblogged this on Otrazhenie and commented:
Loved this poem. 🙂
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I do not die..wow!!
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Thanks heaps for this,
i have heard it at ceremonies and agree it is really good!
But I would not have known where to start to look for the text.
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Thank you for showing your appreciation Ken.
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Reblogged this on The GOLDEN RULE and commented:
Happy to have this when my time comes.
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I LOVE this poem and am so happy to have found it again! It meant a lot to me after my father passed away unexpectedly when I was young. Also thank you for visiting my blog so that I would discover this one 😀 What a great day!
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Reblogged this on ELANA – The Voice of the Future.
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Reblogged this on Ronnie's Blog.
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Love this always!
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