I find both peace and joy in this poem. I hope you find that too.
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
3 thoughts on “I Did Not Die”
Yes, peace and joy. Beauty in the small graces. Thank you so much for sharing this.
Thank you sooooo much for that