I shower a gift from high above,
This my children, the gift of love,
I give you this one last thought to keep,
I am with you still - 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 awake 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 think of me as gone,
I am with you still - in each new dawn.
An do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep
I have gone but I am near,
So do not shed a lonely tear.
Do not not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.
This was read as part of the service at a family funeral held today.