There Are No Words...

Do not stand at my grave and weep,



I am not there, I do not sleep.


I am in a thousand winds that blow,


I am the softly falling snow.


I am the gentle showers of rain,


I am the fields of ripening grain.


I am in the morning hush,


I am in the graceful rush


Of beautiful birds in circling flight,


I am the starshine of the night.


I am in the flowers that bloom,


I am in a quiet room.


I am in the birds that sing,


I am in each lovely thing.


Do not stand at my grave and cry,


I am not there. I do not die.

~ Mary Elizabeth Frye.