When I Miss You, I Read This Poem

Today like everyday I miss you. To all of my love ones that have gone,

When I miss you, I read this poem:

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's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's 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.

"Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep"

Mary Frye