"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's gilt 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."

From my "Angels To Watch Over Me" Seraphim Classics collection

The Dedication-Angel