Don't 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 sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain,
When you awaken in the morning 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 by my grave and cry;
I am not there; I did not die.
P.S. This is a beautiful poem and I don’t know who the person in the picture is. And more importantly, I am NOT a Christian.
Blõg dé HänZ 