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.
By Mary Elizabeth Frye
Annie-
ReplyDeleteI'm the poop
the birds leave upon your stoop
the hush
that follows the swirled flush
the pee, in yellow spray
beside the sidewalk
on a snow powder day.
Sorry, we can't all be diamonds. but glad you are. It is a lovely poem. And I agree. don't weep for me. ~rick
Lovely words that are so comforting.
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I read this at my grandmothers funeral
ReplyDeletePoignant for me right now
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this brought tears to my eyes. This was read by one of my sisters when we buried our brother in 1993.
ReplyDeleteThis, I love. Now, how to become these things while we still have these pesky bodies...
ReplyDeleteRick, you crack me up!
ReplyDeleteYvonne, thank you for the comment.
Michelle, I guess it would be poignant. I hope it brought to mind good memories of your grandmother though.
Inky, how tragic when those we love die young. I wish good memories for you as well.
Erin, you are spot on, I love to think of life like that. For me what comes close is being absorbed in some great classical piece of music.
Nice! Thanks for sharing!
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