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This is a famous bereavement poem written by Mary Frye.
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 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.
There have been many versions of it translated and re-written. I'm not sure which one this is, but I like this one because it seems the most real.
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 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.
There have been many versions of it translated and re-written. I'm not sure which one this is, but I like this one because it seems the most real.
2 comments:
Aww, Jeni~ you are so thoughtful! I LOVE that poem. Thank you for reminding me that signs are everywhere.
xoxoxo
laurie
Did you notice what time I made this poem? 11:11 ~ Mary's time... she sends her love too!
xoxo
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