“Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep”

‘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 circling flight.

I am the soft star-shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there; I did not die.

      – Mary Elizabeth Frye

      I loved this poem because it truly hit home. I believe we become “one with nature” so to speak when we’re gone. Our souls find beauty, and that is what the sun and the rain are. Whether it is forever, or simply passing through, we are not dead, our souls live on within the beauty flourishing throughout the universe.

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