Do not stand at my grave and weep

[Bruce Craig]

                                      by Mary E. Frye:

                           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

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