Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep - Mary Frye

Dear Qwerty,

The poem below is written by Mary Frye. She never wrote a poem before. 

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.

I think it is very beautiful. A lie so beautiful that we want to believe in so that we can move on. So beautiful.