Indian Funeral Prayer

This was originally an Indian funeral prayer adapted by Mary Frye in 1932...........Pass it on to those that have lossed.


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 glint on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you awake 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 weep
I am not there - I do not sleep.