Do not stand at my grave and weep

read by Hope Johnson

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 a diamond's glint 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.

- Anonymous