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 of  Diamond - glints on snow...
I am the Sunlight on ripened grain -
I am the gentle Autumn rain

When you wake up in the morning's Hush
I am the swift up-lifting Rush
Of quiet Birds in circling flight
I am the soft starlight of Night

Do not stand at my grave - and weep
I am NOT there;  I do not sleep...
I am awake, and guiding through the Night -
Towards a gentle gleam of Light

Do not stand at my grave and weep -
I am NOT there; I do not sleep...


Karin Aleida Vorrink
©* March 22nd, 1981