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’s rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush,

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet bird 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

Frank A. De La Rosa