Do not 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 awake in morning’s hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight;
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
~Author Mary Frye
Posted in tribute to my beloved Little John whom I lost to cancer on February 13, 2007. He was my guardian, protector and best friend to man and dog.