Tuesday, September 23, 2014

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 a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sun on unripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning 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 x


Written by Mary Elizabeth Frye

9 comments:

  1. Someone placed this poem in the box with my mother's ashes. It was comforting and beautiful.

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  2. Dave please put this poem on facebook asap ......my childrenhave just lost their dad this morning and I know they would love to see this as it is very comforting... I tried to share but could not....... Thank you so much for site and updates on facebook ..... Heather

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  3. This was the poem that was used at my Paw-Paws funeral & My step-dads! So beautiful n comforting! (:

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  4. On Thursday May16,2013, Michlynn and I lost a very special person close to our hearts.Paul fought a good fight but was tired at the end and decided to go home where there was no more pain. You will be missed and our love travels with you where ever you go.Rest in peace my Sweetheart,love you always.

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  5. I am so sorry for your loss. I pray you find comfort and peace in remembering the better years when he was feeling no pain as he is now. True love is never ending and his love will live on in your heart and memories forever.

    Be at peace!

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  6. Beautiful poetry, as with everything I have read of yours! Bless you!

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  7. A beautiful, loving person I know just lost her father...please post this on facebook so she knows she and her family are in my thoughts and prayers.

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  8. today is the day we put my sister to rest me and my mum found some comfort in these words xx

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  9. june 8,2013 will mark one memorial that my son was killed. I can upon this poem as if it was just there for me to read,,so inspiring

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