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Do not stand at my grave and weep
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 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 circling flight.
I am the soft starshine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry:
I am not there; I did not die.

Found on “The Most Beautiful Poems in the English LanguageHands courtesy Eric Danley under a Creative Commons License

I’ve heard it said we die three deaths. The first is when our body ceases to breathe. The second is when those near to us stop remembering us. The third is when there is nobody left that has been touched by…

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