Monday, July 07, 2008

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 (1905-2004)

9 comments:

Kristin said...

Beautiful poem. God bless your family during this time.

Dot said...

Thank you Kristin. The committal is Monday, I was thinking about reading this. I don't know if I will be able to though.......

Lisa said...

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Dot said...

Thank you Lisa.

FireDragon said...

Tha is one of my favorite poems. I know you can do it, just breath. Love ya Sis

Dot said...

You are so kind Sis! I can at least think about it now without choking up!

Jenni said...

I'm sorry for your loss, Dot. Was she a grandmother? I always felt like when I lost my grandmothers my childhood was officially over. *sigh*

This is a lovely poem, and I think it would be wonderful to read at the service even if you DO choke up! ((((HUGS))))

truth said...

That is beautiful. I've been thinking of you a lot. How is Anthony?

Dot said...

Jenni,

I'm sorry I didn't clarify but Mary Elizabeth Frye is the author of the poem. My Father-in-law passed away the end of June. The burial is Monday.

Truth,

Thank you, Anthony is doing fine.