I Am Not There

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.

Mary Elizabeth Frye

Burial Ground, Columbia River, October 2015.

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In the first six months after my father passed away, I struggled with where he went; I had no sense of where he’d gone. It was unbelievably disconcerting.

When visiting his grave, I don’t feel his presence in the least. I am left to believe he is not there, which begs the question, “where is he?”

I don’t believe “death” is the end.

Where will you go?

  1 comment for “I Am Not There

  1. lynne
    December 16, 2015 at 9:53 am

    he is everywhere

    Liked by 1 person

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