Do Not Stand

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's 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 star that shines at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there.
I did not die.

(Author Unknown)

from Cyn 1.9/21