Remembering Fondly......

Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there...I do not sleep.

I am the 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 waken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush  of gentle birds in circling 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.....