Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep- who wrote this?

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Sorry, if I have posted in the wrong forum but I am looking for the author of the following prayer. Has anyone seen this before?
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’s 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!
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This prayer struck me because I had a dream about my sister who died. I was startled to see her in my dream and more or less asked her, “What are you doing here? I thought you were dead? You died of cancer.” She simply looked at me with a radiant smile and exclaimed almost impatiently, "I’ve never been more alive. I did not die!" So when I found this prayer, a couple of days ago, the memory of this dream and her words suddenly came back.
 
Actually, the author is not known with certainty.

Most sources searched credit the work to Mary Frye (though there is no absolute proof).

Hope that helps!
 
You’re most welcome. 🙂

Have a good evening. And may God bless you and your sister. She is right, you know. . . the saints are the most ‘alive’ people there can be.
 
Rosalinda said:
Sorry, if I have posted in the wrong forum but I am looking for the author of the following prayer. Has anyone seen this before?

This prayer struck me because I had a dream about my sister who died. I was startled to see her in my dream and more or less asked her, “What are you doing here? I thought you were dead? You died of cancer.” She simply looked at me with a radiant smile and exclaimed almost impatiently, "I’ve never been more alive. I did not die!" So when I found this prayer, a couple of days ago, the memory of this dream and her words suddenly came back.
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Rosalinda:

Per Wikipedia:

Do not stand at my grave and weep is a popular poem, largely considered to be written by Mary Elizabeth Frye (1904-2004), but of disputed origin.

Her later confirmed version:
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I did not die.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Do_not_stand_at_my_grave_and_weep

Other link:
businessballs.com/donotstandatmygraveandweep.htm

Please note the last line. Tantum Ergo is right about your sister. That’s why St. Paul said:
“For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain. If it is to be life in the flesh, that means fruitful labor for me. Yet which I shall choose I cannot tell. I am hard pressed between the two. My desire is to depart and be with Christ, for that is far better.”
Phil 1:21-23 RSV CE

Your Brother in Christ, Michael
 
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