Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep

I’m missing my brother – the fact that he is no longer here is painful to bear at times … I had a song by Libera in my heart when I went to my brother’s burial two weeks ago, it is based on a poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye, called Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep. A beautiful song and a beautiful poem …

Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep

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 sunlight 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.

 

 


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I've finally relented to the lures of blogging - and for those who care, well, I'm a self-confessed geek who's a wanderer at heart, who thinks and analyses too much, and who's trying hard to hold on to his 7-year old inner persona.

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