In Loving Memory of my Son,

A Hopi Prayer by Mary E. Frye (slightly changed)

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 white doves 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.


AJ, you were such a joy! Always curious and interested in everything.

I think of you every day. I miss your smile.


My Hopi Prayer