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.

Not how did he die but how did he live Not what did he gain but what did he give These are the units to measure the worth of a man as a man regardless of birth Not what was his church nor what was his creed? But had he befriended those really in need? […]
Fill not your hearts with pain and sorrow, but remember me in every tomorrow.Remember the sky, the laughter, the smiles, I’ve only gone to rest a while. Although my leaving causes pain and grief, my going has eased my hurt and given me relief!So dry your eyes and remember me. Not as I am now, […]
Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality.We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put away My labor, and my leisure too, For his civility.We passed the school, where children strove At recess, in the ring; We passed the fields […]
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee, blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen.