did not die

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 sunlight 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 circle flight,
I am

the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand
at my grave and grieve,

I am not there because
I did not die.

© Emma Calder

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