Quote # 25

“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 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 in the flowers that bloom.

I am in a quiet room.

I am the birds that sing.

I am in each lovely thing.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there… I do not die.”

 Mary Frye,  Baltimore ,  MD , Circa 1933