Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Do not stand at my grave and weep

This is the poem i'd like to be read at my funeral.

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 sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn rain;
When you awake to greet the dawn
I am the day as it is born;
I am birds in circling flight;
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in each lovely thing.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I have not left.

  Modified from its original version by:Mary Elizabeth Frye

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