Do not stand at my grave and weep

[the-xtina.livejournal.com]

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 softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.

- Unknown, attributed to Mary Frye.

Comments

[barush.livejournal.com]

When I've been in England I've bought a card with this poem because I've loved it so much=) It's kinda surreal seeing it here=)