For Those Who Weep
Here is a beautiful poem by Mary Frye for all those out there who have lost someone. 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 star shine of the night. I am the flowers that bloom, I am in a quiet room, I am the birds the sing, I am in each lovely thing. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there. I do not die.