Monday, April 23, 2007

In Memory of a Friend

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there.
I do not sleep

I am a thousand winds that swiftly blow.
I am the diamond glint
on newly fallen snow.
I am the sunlight
on ripened grain.
I am the soft and gentle autumn rain

When you wake from sleep in the early morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft, starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there.
I do not sleep.


Anonymous said...

Very nice.

Jan said...

That's beautiful and very appropriate OC, just brought a tear to my eye again.

Mo said...

I love that poem. Thanks for posting it.

Anna said...

That's so beautiful OC. Another poem that made me cry!

Lisa said...

Beautiful OC

Joseph Gallo said...

This piece was just read at a memorial service I also read at this past Sunday.

It has attributed to writer, Mary Elizabeth Frye (1905-2004), but authorship has also been claimed by Karin Aleida Schmidt-Vorrink.

A summary on the research as to who the true author is can be found here:

The first time I heard this piece, it was introduced as a traditional Indian poem that had been retranslated several times.

After reading the summary, I'm leaning towards Mary Elizabeth Frye as the true author.

Thanks for posting it. Old Crow. :-)

oldcrow61 said...

Thanks for the information Joseph. To be honest I didn't know who wrote it but always loved it.