Aug 2015
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 sun 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 circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
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 sun 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 circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
I did not write this poem. It was written by Mary Elizabeth Frye.
Mary Elizabeth Frye (Dayton, Ohio, 13 November, 1905 – Baltimore 15 September 2004) was a Baltimore housewife and florist. She wrote the poem in 1932. She was born Mary Elizabeth Clark, and was orphaned at the age of three. In 1927 she married Claude Frye.
I was so moved by the poem, I just had to share it with you all.
Mary Elizabeth Frye (Dayton, Ohio, 13 November, 1905 – Baltimore 15 September 2004) was a Baltimore housewife and florist. She wrote the poem in 1932. She was born Mary Elizabeth Clark, and was orphaned at the age of three. In 1927 she married Claude Frye.
I was so moved by the poem, I just had to share it with you all.
