When death comes,
And throws its arms around me,
Know the sun is not far behind.
The wind will lift my frail body,
And my soul will soon be free.
See this as a sign:
Do not weep for me.
Do not weep for me
” 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 Elizabeth Frye.