Do not cry at my grave
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 ripe grain,
I am the gentle autumn 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 star
that shines at night.
Do not cry at my grave,
I am not there.
Phoebe Lauren
