"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."
--Mary Elizabeth Frye
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."
--Mary Elizabeth Frye
4 comments:
Never forget:(3
Thank You Gracie
We do not as that is the price of freedom
Timmy, Dad, Miss Fitz and Family
Thank you Gracie for sharing this beautiful graphic and poem. My Pop worked 4 blocks from the WTC and two of our neighbors made it down 87 flights of stairs that day. We thank God every day that they were 2 of the lucky ones. #NeverForget
Beautiful.........these thoughts will live in our hearts always.
Hugs, Sammy
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