Short Death Stories: Last Words #2

[Katie Bean]

My favorite poem is by Mary Elizabeth 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.

[Alice Kuipers]

Thank you so much for this. It’s a beautiful poem, and a lovely reminder ❤️

[Cate Whittle]

Gentle, stirring words... A poem I have always loved, by Christina Rossetti:

When I am dead, my dearest,

Sing no sad songs for me;

Plant thou no roses at my head,

Nor shady cypress tree:

Be the green grass above me

With showers and dewdrops wet;

And if thou wilt, remember,

And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,

I shall not feel the rain;

I shall not hear the nightingale

Sing on, as if in pain:

And dreaming through the twilight

That doth not rise nor set,

Haply I may remember,

And haply may forget.

[Alice Kuipers]

I love this poem and I haven't read it for some time--these lines speak to me right now. Thank you so much:

Be the green grass above me

With showers and dewdrops wet;

And if thou wilt, remember,

And if thou wilt, forget.

[Cate Whittle]

Hugs x

[Alice Kuipers]

❤️🌸