A Bereavement Verse by: Mary Frye

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 in snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
As you awake with morning’s hush
I am the swift-up-flinging rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there – I did not die.

By: Mary Frye

This is a short poem that a friend shared with me today, on this very sad day.

It gave me a tiny bit of strength I wasn’t aware I needed. Please feel free to pass this along to those who may need its comforting words.

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