OUR FAVORITE PRAYER
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 that glints on the snow. I am the sunlight on the ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you wake in the morning hush, I am the swift,uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft star that shines at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die. -Anonymous
