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.
I love this poem so much! It’s short, meaningful and, in my eyes, so true. It reminds me of The Fault in Our Stars, by John Green (if you have read that book, I hope you know what I mean when I say that). To me, the poem is saying that don’t stop living your life because someone has passed away, because they haven’t really died. They are in the things that you live for, in the things that make life on this planet beautiful. I recently lost someone who was very close to me, and this poem makes me feel happier for them and for myself. It’s very nice.