Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep



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 glint on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the autumn rain.



When you awake in the morning's hush,

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled  flight.

I am the stars that shine at night.



Do not stand at my grave and weep.

I am not there.

I did not die.

Author: Mary Elizabeth Frye (1932)

R.I.P  Eddie Guerrero "Latino Heat"