Do not stand at my grave and weep

This is the poem i'd like to be read at my funeral.

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 sunlight on ripened grain;

I am the gentle autumn rain;

When you awake to greet the dawn

I am the day as it is born;

I am birds in circling flight;

I am in the flowers that bloom,

I am in a quiet room.

I am in each lovely thing.

I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;

I am not there. I have not left.

  Modified from its original version by:Mary Elizabeth Frye