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 glint on snow. I am the sunlight on golden grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the moonlight 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. --------------------------------------------- Thank you Maria Maddalena for sponsoring my grandmother Elizabeth Stokes's site. God Bless.
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 glint on snow. I am the sunlight on golden grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the moonlight 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. --------------------------------------------- Thank you Maria Maddalena for sponsoring my grandmother Elizabeth Stokes's site. God Bless.
