came across this beautiful poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye
wanted to share with all of you
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 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 simplicity of the poem touched me… the last line being the most powerful…. it summed at once the immortality of the soul, how the existence of a person does not cease after his physical death. Loosing someone you love is perhaps the hardest in the world, but our memories and our love keeps them alive. We seek them in all beautiful things we see, in every smile, and in every tear.
There is abundant use of imagery and although the poem is circled around somebody’s death, the poet has been able to create an atmosphere of hope, beauty and immortality. There is a certain lightness, even happiness in the poem, despite the fact that it starts right at the grave.
wanted to share with all of you
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 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 simplicity of the poem touched me… the last line being the most powerful…. it summed at once the immortality of the soul, how the existence of a person does not cease after his physical death. Loosing someone you love is perhaps the hardest in the world, but our memories and our love keeps them alive. We seek them in all beautiful things we see, in every smile, and in every tear.
There is abundant use of imagery and although the poem is circled around somebody’s death, the poet has been able to create an atmosphere of hope, beauty and immortality. There is a certain lightness, even happiness in the poem, despite the fact that it starts right at the grave.
A Summer Garden 