Patience: A Lesson In Joy: Remembering Aunt Teddy...

Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep

Mary Elizabeth 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 sun 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.

Please pray for Tom and his family as they celebrate the long and much loved life of "Aunt Teddy."

Patience: A Lesson In Joy