Phelan's Last Good Bye

Dear Family,

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am upon the winds that blow,
I am the the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle Autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die...

Phelan