DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP

DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP

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.