Poems & Selections

Do Not Stand At My Grave & Weep

By Mary 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 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 star-shine 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.

By Isla Paschal Richardson If I should ever leave you, Whom I love To go along the silent way…Grieve not. Nor speak of me with tears. But laugh and talk of me As if I were beside you there. (I’d come… I’d come, Could I but find a way! But would not tears and And […]
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace. Where this is hatred, let me sow love; Where there is injury, pardon; Where there is doubt, faith; Where there is despair, hope; Where there is darkness, light And where there is sadness, joy. O Divine Master, grant that I may not seek to be consoled as […]
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 […]
by Dylan Thomas Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because there words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.Good men, […]