I Did Not Die

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.

~Mary Frye~
(1942)

Let us remember that death is not the end,
but the beginning. As the sun sets in our
world, the sun is just rising for others.