I AM NOT THERE
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 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 stars that shine at night.
Do
not stand at my grave and cry.
I
am not there. I did not die.
