Do Not Weep

I found this old favorite of mine. This is the one I think of at funerals.

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 in snow,

I am the sunlight on ripened grain

I am the gentle autumn’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.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there; I did not die.

My soul has found that better place

I live there through my Savior’s grace.

My memory dances in your mind

And if you look there you will find

I live in all the joy of being

I am the song I used to sing.

Do not stand at my grave and moan

I am not there, I have gone home.

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