Saturday, May 16, 2009

I am not there.

I have this poem in my head. It's in one of the sets we're singing this weekend.

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 starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.

The poem is by Mary Elizabeth Frye.

1 comment:

Suze said...

That's such a lovely poem. In fact, it was on an episode of Desperate Housewives I watched the other night :)