a traveller's posterous

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I read this poem in a book years ago, and it always stayed with me. It popped up in GReader's shared items some days back. Reproduced below, for your reading pleasure.

Do not stand at my grave and weep, by Mary Elizabeth Frye

“It must be a dreadful thing to be accused of wrongdoing when one is guilty. When one is innocent it is intolerable. No, that is not a powerful enough word. It is... soul-shattering."