A Sufi Thought for the Week (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 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.

by Mary Elizabeth Frye (1905-2004, American poet)

Contributed to this blog by Aziz Anjum

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7 Responses to A Sufi Thought for the Week (Frye)

  1. seeker says:

    I love this poem. Thank you.

  2. Clanmother says:

    One of my most favourites!!

  3. HeartBound says:

    Beautiful poem. It’s a perfect reminder that True Life flows eternally – and that we are all a part of that Life eternally too.

  4. sv says:

    Reblogged this on E'n'M and commented:
    Fav poem after my grandpa died……..

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