I Am.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the soft autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush,
Of quiet birds in circled light.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die.