James William O'Brien

Do not Stand at my grave and weep; 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.