Do not Stand at My Grave Do not Stand at My Grave 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 rain. When you awaken in the mornings 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. Author Unknown You are visitor number More LoriFlower Links Poetry and more Write LoriFlower LoriFlower Invites you to join. LoriFlower's Egroup It is an egroup of Where she send her Inspirational Pages Receive new pages and updates to site!