Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep – Poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep – Poem by Mary Elizabeth 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 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; 
Only now I realize she is everywhere.

24 thoughts on “Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep – Poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye

  1. a beautiful poem, one that I also love. Yes, I too believe those we love that are gone are always with us- in our memories, in how we honor them in our lives by remembering and continuing their legacy

    • I like to think of my mom as my guardian angel too.
      But she has labored so much of her life for us. I am just wondering whether it will be too much for her taking on this task.
      Many thanks for your kind thoughts anyway!

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