Remembering the women and men who died while serving their country with a poem this Memorial Day.
Do Not Stand By 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 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.
Thank you, Sherry.
What a beautiful poem.
WOW! So true. Very nice thoughts.
Lovely, Sherry. Thank you.
Thank you for sharing that poem today. It’s beautiful.
Amen, it’s so important to remember
This same poem is on a plaque that friends of my brother gave to my Mom and Dad when my brother died in High School.
Poems like this one are an exquisite way to share a thought. Thank you for posting it today!
Perfect for today. Thank you!
Without fail, every time I see or hear that poem, tears stream down my face. That’s not a difficult thing to make me do these days, but on a day of remembrance, it’s most profound.
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