Thursday, May 30, 2013

A poem for you...

My friend Lena has a sister. A sister named Ruby. Eva's middle name is Ruby, after Lena's sister. Lena also had a partner who perished in an avalanche in 2003. I know she has shed many tears for Johnkim. Lena was also one of a handful of people who made it to see Eva in the ICU. She flew in from BC and spent one day with us. A lovely day. After Eva died she sent me this poem...

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.

Mary E. Frye

1 comment:

  1. What a lovely poem, and true. Our girls are not bound by their earthly remains, they soar much higher than that.