Do not stand at my grave and weep (2009)

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 awake in the morning’s hush,
I am the swift uplifting hush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft starshine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

Attributed Mary Frye