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 the 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 waken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of gentle birds in circling flight...
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry—
I am not there... I did not die...

written by Mary Frye who wrote a later version which I used at my Mother's funeral just last January:

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.


..."the dream shall never die" Senator Edward Kennedy

Thank you for mentioning the author... I see that I didn't!

I copied the following to a card and put it in my dad's casket with him...it spoke of the fun-loving, mischievous side of him that, from all appearances, was so very similar to Teddy's...



Away

Now I out walking
The world desert,
And my shoe and my stocking
Do me no hurt.

I leave behind
Good friends in town.
Let them get well-wined
And go lie down.

Don't think I leave
For the outer dark
Like Adam and Eve
Put out of the Park.

Forget the myth.
There is no one I
Am put out with
Or put out by.

Unless I'm wrong
I but obey
The urge of a song:
I'm—bound—away!

And I may return
If dissatisfied
With what I learn
From having died.

- Robert Frost

I especially like the second and last stanzas--so humorous! ;-)

about Robert Frost...

his sense of mischief

:)

It gave me the chills.

:cry:

:cry:

funeral.

God saw you getting tired,
And a cure was not to be,
So He put His arms around you,
And whispered "Come to Me"
With tearful eyes we
watched you suffer,
And saw you fall away.
Although we couldn't bear to lose you,
We could not ask you to stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
Hardworking hands laid to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us,
That He only takes the best.


RIP, Teddy.

:thumbsup:

K&R

:cry:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Do_not_stand_at_my_grave_and_weep

(Also, very nice bilingual Japanese version there)

pnorman

Because citing the creators of art is a good thing.

my mother-in-law's graveside service. It is a very special collection of words.

thank you.