Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep



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.

Poem written by
Mary Elizabeth Frye in 1935


In Memory of Clay, who lost his battle with life this morning...and for his wife, Pat...my dear quilting friend, here in Salem.

The skies have shed their tears, and the rivers have flooded over, but the true self of his spirit now rises up in the glory of a sun that will shine again, and the promise of the many colors of the rainbow.


Michele Bilyeu Quilts With Heart and Hands for the Alzheimer's Art Quilt Initiative (AAQI) Join in my Liberated Quilting Challenge and buy, or donate a quilt, today. My dear friend's husband died with the challenges of end of life dementia that caused months of grief to his loving family. I wish it could have all been so much easier for, and on, all of them.