Poetry

I wanted to put this down before it disappeared into the great void that is the internet.

This one is called "Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep" and is written by Mary Elizabeth Frye.

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.

I think I'd like this poem to be read at my funeral, if I were to choose.