Friday, January 31, 2014

Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep

I just read this beautiful poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye so I wanted to share it with you. I tell people close to me that should I die tomorrow, not to cry because I have died happily. From a purely materialistic, physical point of view, there is really nothing more I want to do on this Earth. I have lived 20 lifetimes in one so I can ask for no more. Now is the time to concentrate on the inner part of my soul, the real me. So when the time comes I will be able to say the words of this poem:
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.