photo via Marino Amanda
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 softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight.
I am in the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in everything.
Do not stand at my grave & cry,
I am not there, I do not die.
~ Mary E. Frye, 1932
It's just one of the most beautiful poems I've ever heard.
xoxo
Ak.