Mabon Lament
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's glint on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn's rain
When you awaken in the mornings hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the soft star that shines at night
I am the ocean's calming waters,
That carries Earth Mothers' sons and daughters
So do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die
And do not stand at my grave and mourn,
I am not there; I have been reborn
~ written by Mary Elizabeth Frye with adaptation by Lady Caer Morganna
This has long been one of my very favorite poems, and the only one that can bring tears to my eyes. I associate it with my mother's death. Thanks for posting this.
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