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 the ripened grain.  I am the gentle autumn rain.  When you awaken in the morning 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 Frye

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 the ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning 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 Frye

Angel by past1978 - One of the many tombstones in the Slavin cemetery of Prague

Angel Statues & Sculptures

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