Do not Stand at my Grave and Weep

This is sad, but so beautiful... From standard fanfiction, a sometimes-funeral sometimes-song prayer with many versions, probably written in 1932 by Mary Elizabeth Frye (1904-2004) - for more info, google it. Now, one version:

Do not Stand at my Grave and Weep

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 sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn 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 stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.