Kiwa Wayne Reinbold

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 the ripened grain.

I am the gentle

Autumn’s rain.

When you awaken

in the morning 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.

Arrangements under the direction of Purdy & Walters at Floral Hills, Lynnwood, WA.