Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
This was supposed to be a dare to do a story about religion. To me religion has a lot to do with death. So i wanted to do that. I couldnt come up with my own. Its by a lady called Mary Elizabeh Frye. Hope u liked it : D
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 the 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 morining'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
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am the 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 morining'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
20 Comments
this is a nice poem.
Wait a minute-- religion? I swear I wrote faith and courage there.
i love this... i printed it out and stuck it to my bedroom wall
Wow...I'm so glad I decided to look at the recently created stories today!
I love this, it's even better, because this is what I've always hoped death will be like for me :)
5 Stars and favourites :D
This is really great!
wow, that was amazing
nice it is very awesome thnx for sharing this with us!!
=)
I liked it
It was deep
Very beautiful. Eerily so.
That was amazing, this is now one of my favorite poems.