Tonight I learned of the second death of an elderly woman in Christchurch from Covid-19. This is to honour her and the woman in Greymouth who was our first Covid-19 death here in Aotearoa:
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.
by Mary Elizabeth Frye
For more information about the poet, Mary Elizabeth Frye, see:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Elizabeth_Frye
Quite a lovely video interpretation:
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