by JE Brock

Created on: November 13, 2009

Don't stand at my grave and cry or weep.

I am really not there. I do not sleep.

I am with you in the wind that flows,

and within the softly falling snow.

I am with you in the gentle showers of rain,

and the fields of golden grain.

I am in the early morning hush,

I am a peaceful and graceful rush.

From beautiful birds that circle in flight.

To the stars that shine in the night.

In the springtime when flowers bloom

and in the quiet of a room.

I am with you in every lovely thing.

So, do not weep, grieve or cry.

I am always with you. I did not die.

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