Words of Comfort

I was just browsing through a book of poetry that I own, and I came across this poem. I think it is fairly similar to the poem that Debbie shared at my father's funeral. A few words of comfort in a time when comfort is so needed.

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'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.

Anonymous