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)
This is one of my all time favourite poems – lovely
beautiful poem! I’ve never read it before.
Wiwi, obviously I agree. For me this is one of the most beautiful poem’s. In Germany All Souls’ Day is taken seriously with nearly everybody going to the cemetarys to light their candles. In sadness there is also beauty.