I do not know the origins of this poem, came across this first time when I was reading one of the those Chicken Soup for the soul books. Earlier in the year I lost my uncle rather unexpectedly, remembered about this poem then. Found it to be very soothing ..
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.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
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