[Howlin]

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 mornings 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...

--Author Unknown 

[John Robertson]

Beautiful verse. I've never heard it before. Thank you.

[Peach]

Howlin -

I read that poem at my grandmother's funeral. Prior to that, I read it at her daughter's funeral (my aunt).