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 circles 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.
I defy anyone to read this poem and not be a least a little emotional.
A copy of it was left in an envelope by Steven Cummins who was a soldier killed on active service in Northern Ireland to be opened in the event of his death.
There have been many claims about who actually penned it including it being a prayer of the Navaho Nation but it is unconfirmed and so its place of origin remains a mystery.