A POETIC JOURNEY

by Mary E. Frye:

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 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

	Photograph of Margaret Schwarzkopf (the woman Mary E. Frye wrote the poem for) with Linda and Snowball, April 1952
	Letter to Mary E. Frye from "Dear Abby"
	Stephen Jeffrey Cummins (7 June 1964 - 8 March 1989), the soldier whose parents were interviewed on the IDEAS program
	Friends of Margaret Schwarzkopf's parents had this card printed

The choral setting of the poem by Canadian composer Elinor Daly has just been recorded on CD by the Amadeus Choir.

Information about Elegy for the Masses (for soprano and orchestra) and other music by Stephen Raskin is online at www.musica21.com and www.geocities.com/~smrmusic.

A POEM that Mary E. Frye wrote about how her poem travelled:

One day I wrote a poem,
The words came from my heart.
It passed along from friend to
friend, its message to impart.

I never dreamed these words of
mine would travel far and wide,
Across God's mighty oceans,
And every countryside.

From this I've learned
that when you try
To help others with their grief
It will lighten all your sorrows
And bring you lasing peace.