I once heard a poem that had a line something like:

"do not look for me at my grave, because I am not there"

Anyone know this one?

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.

Not sure if this is the one or not or who the author is.

John

It was written by Mary Frye.

Linda,

Thanks.

John

Dear John:

Thanks so much for getting back to me.

Have a nice weekend.

Dear Linda:

Thanks for your info.

Have a nice weekend!

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