Jim Bastiani

1941 - 2004

 

 

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 the ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush, 
I am the 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.

 

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