http://twerpology.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] twerpology.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] greatpoetry 2009-11-12 05:07 am (UTC)

I think this is the perfect funeral poem.


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 glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die.

It's by Mary Frye.

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