Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep.

I'm 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.
Autumn rain...

When you awake 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.
And hold the light...

Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.
I am with you still, in each new dawn.

Mary E. Frye (13 nov 1905 - 15 sept 2004)

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