Mog's World


I Am Not There

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 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.

--Anonymous