For innocence lost…
…all over the world.
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
December 14, 2012 at 9:01 pm
That’s beautiful, Ally. I’m so sad about what happened today to all those poor children. 😦
December 14, 2012 at 11:23 pm
Me too, Ash. I’m at a loss for words tonight.
January 5, 2014 at 6:08 am
Deeply touched by this wonderful writing…
January 8, 2014 at 10:08 pm
Thank you, Becky. I didn’t write this poem, but I am glad you were moved by it nonetheless.