Moon's Gospel Corner
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Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there. I did not die.
I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am the diamond that glints on snow;
I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn's 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 star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die.