Archive | November 1, 2012

ALL SOULS’ DAY

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 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.

(Mary Elizabeth Frye)

(Pic: All Souls‘ Day by William Bouguereau (Public Domain: Wikipedia)

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