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Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Do not stand at my grave and weep . . .


Gentle Autumn's Rain

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 glint on snow ...
I am the sunlight on ripened grain ...
I am the gentle autumn rain ...

When you wake in the morning hush ...
I am the swift, uplifting rush ...
Of quiet birds in circling flight ...
I am the soft starlight at night ...
I am the song that will never end ...
I am the love of family and friend ...

I am the child who has come to rest ...
In the arms of the Father ... who knows him best ...
When you see the sunset fair ...
I am the scented evening air ...
I am the joy of a task well done ...
I am the glow of the setting sun ...

Do not stand at my grave and cry ...
I am not there, I did not die ...

Original verse by Mary Frye (1932)
Additional verse by Wilbur Skeels (1996)


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