I AM NOT THERE 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's rain. When you awaken in the morning's 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; I am not there, I did not die. Various sources attribute this poem to the one of the following authors: (A) Mary Frye (B) Joyce Fossen (C) An unknown member of the Hobi Native American Tribe This , in addition to "Rainbow Bridge" has helped me many times throughout the years. Too many times. I hope this poem brings you some peace.