When I am Already Dead

One day when I am already dead, when I've kicked the bucket and joined the Choir Invisible, I would like to send this poem to all those I love so much. Those who have put meaning into my life and laughter and smile on my face, every other time when life is but a dreary toil of existence. This is from Mary E Frye.

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 the snow;
I am the sunlight on rippled grain;
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds circled in flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there,
I did not die
~ Mary E. Frye