I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that
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 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.
This poem was found and brought in by James Williams O'Brien's Wife; Elke H. O'Brien days after his passing he lead her to his box of memories that held this poem, his poem...
He will be greatly missed.