Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep

• 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 sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. I am the shining stars at night when you awake to the morning light I am the soft uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. My time has come, I am at rest I am the sunset in the west I am the clouds that race above Where I watch over those I love Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I do not die. So hear the words that here I say I am the love that guides your way. By Mary Fary