May God bless you and your...
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
For I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on the new fallen snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the star shining at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
For I am not there, I do not sleep.
Debbie Polhill Saunders
August 19, 2009 | Roanoke, VA