I hope this poem will help those of you who have lost loved ones to accept your lose
and know that they are still here with us.
I am the thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints in snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
As you awake with mornings hush,
I am the swift upwinging rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the day of transcending night.
Do not stand by my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.
author Claire Harner Lyon