Do Not Stand At My Grave Poem by rico avila
Do Not Stand At My Grave
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.
Mary Elizabeth Frye (1905-2004)
Not my poem, but I had to share it.
No matter how many times i read this it is beautiful and never gets boring to read it
Oh its so touchin.. I love it.. Thanks for sharing it.. God bless
So happy that you shared this poem - it really helps to read something like this - especially when you lose so many people in your life!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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It's very beautiful thanks for sharing this