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.
Poem written in 1932 by Mary Elizabeth Frye (1905-2004)
Heard today and immediately thought so apt. Lydia ❤️ for your family. With love Ashley x
3rd November 2023