And all of your tears have been dried,
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's glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autum'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 star,
That shines at night.
And when you stroll in the evening hours,
And smell the aroma of beautiful flowers,
There will be no need to sob and cry
I am not there, I did not die.
I dedicate this page to my wonderful Mother. She had been battling Parkinson's Disease and a brain tumor for three years and they finally won. We found the poem above in her Bible with a note written to all of her girls. I know God needed a new angel and finally she can walk again. She received her wings and crown on March 22, 2006.
