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 rush,
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.

Stephen Cummins

In memory of Wendy, may she always walk with God.