Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me. Psalm 23:4

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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 ripened grain. 
I am the gentle autumn 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. 

Mary Elizabeth Frye