I did not die

A beloved friend of mine posted this recently following a loss. It brought tears to my eyes because of its truth and so I wanted to share it with you.


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's 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