Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep - Mary Frye
DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP
by Mary Frye
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 sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn 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.
"Thanks Sumita"
by Mary Frye
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 sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn 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.
"Thanks Sumita"
posted by Lin at 4:14 PM
1 Comments:
I thought it was befitting Kar Boon after hearing from you what a wonderful and special person he was. He touched my life so long ago.......it could be a figment of my imagination.......but it was not......I always remembered him and that was why I was taken aback in seeing his obituary. Rest In Peace Boon.
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