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 the ripened 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.
-Mary Frye
6 comments:
I have ALWAYS loved these words!
smiles...lovely words and a sentiment i echo...i hope you are continuing to heal well and enjoying the holidays a bit...
Follows my view exactly!
CiCi, I had to read these words on the Reader because they almost disappeared on the dark background. I love those words and needed to hear them today. Thank you, dear one. :-)
nice words
Wonderful words, and so needed on this painful day for America.
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