Do not stand at my grave and weep
written in 1932 by Mary Elizabeth Frye
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 sunlight 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.
That poem always gets me. It provides healing and hope sometimes when the pain feels like it's never going to stop. Don't we all need a little healing and hope sometimes?
When someone special to us leaves our lives for whatever reason, it can be so hard to find the joy in the situation. Funny how something written in 1932 is just as relevant in 2011.
I hope whoever reads this finds joy in my words or the words in that poem. Furthermore, I hope healing finds you and the peace you once had will return. Life is fragile so we must respect and appreciate each person who crosses our path. It is my firm belief that life is all about relationships. So we must learn the lessons, give thanks, and embrace each day.In the meantime, let's keep coming together and healing one another.
Check out this poem "Favorite Color" by Jay Davis. Hug somebody you love today and tell them so.
Let's elevate?
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