4. ON DEATH AND DYING

From A 3rd Serving of Chicken Soup for the Soul

4

ON DEATH
AND DYING

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 glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of birds circling in flight.

I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there.
I do not sleep.

Author Unknown

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