As the year winds down, In Memoriam lists crop up to remind us of life’s fragility. In the spirit of hope I share a poem I first encountered in 1989 when my brother died of cancer.
At the time the author was unknown, but has since been identified. Mary Elizabeth Frye, an American housewife and florist, wrote it in 1932.
A while back I created this image for Pinterest, For everyone who has ever lost anyone, I share this with you:
Mary Elizabeth Frye, American Housewife and Florist, 1905 – 2004
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 sun 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 circling flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die. — Mary Elizabeth Frye
Happy New Year,
A sampling of previous Pause and Revitalize quotes: