Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep
by Mary Elizabeth Frye
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.
I read this at my Nan’s funeral. *sob* so emotive.
I read once that this (and IF by Rudyard Kipling) are the nation’s favourite poems. This one is my favourite, it’s so comforting whenever you lose someone. I’ve just browsed your most recent Sunday Inspirations and Desedirata is another favourite of mine.