Heart and Soul Pet Memorials

Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep

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 wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
So do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there. I did not die.

Mary Elizabeth Frye

In the Rising of the Sun

In the rising of the sun and in it's going down,
We remember them

In the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter,
We remember them

In the opening of buds and in the rebirth of spring,
We remember them

In the rustling of the leaves and in the beauty of autumn,
We remember them

When we are weary and in need of strength,
We remember them

When we are lost and sick at heart,
We remember them

When we have joys we yearn to share,
We remember them

So long as we live, they to shall live,
For they are now part of us, as
We remember them