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Do not stand at my grave and weep. This poem was sent to me by my brother in Australia. I would like to pass it on to listserv for you all to read. 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 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, For I am not there,I did not die. unfortunately I do not know the Author of this poem and can only give my personal credits. I think that it is one of the best that I have read in quite some time. Bernard