Recently, I had to give a eulogy for a dear friend. I chose to include this poem in the service. It is one of the most touching poems to remind us that we are part of all nature wherever we are. Ma’s ancestors are forever in the winds.
What are your thoughts on this concept?
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 circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
(Mary Frye 1935)