Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep

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 sun 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.

Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/do-not-stand-by-my-grave-and-weep#ixzz3RwNaRtGD
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2 Responses to Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep

  1. Kevin says:

    Almost three years later and up until recently I still went to my Brother’s Grave site at least two or three times a week. Luckily, the winter has been brutal this year so I have stopped going as much. While I completely agree with this poem and it’s meaning (which was well done btw) I go for myself these days.

  2. Tammy Coursey says:

    My brother ended his life on May 3,2014. He was badly abused as a child and my parents gave up on him, and at age 12, terminated their rights and dumped him into the State of Florida’s hands. He was in and out of prison. He was released in 2012 and wrote & published a book,”Facing the U.S. Prison Problem, 10 Million Strong”. He was arrested again, erroneously and hanged himself 3 months later. He was 43, 5 years younger than me. I miss him so badly my chest hurts!!!

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