Funeral Poem: Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep (Mary Elizabeth Frye)
Wednesday, June 4th, 2008Do 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 ...