Bereavement Poem

My dear friend Laurie has lost her friend Ms. Angelle, so I would like to post this poem for her:

This is a famous bereavement poem written by Mary Frye.

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 sun 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 circled 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.

There have been many versions of it translated and re-written. I'm not sure which one this is, but I like this one because it seems the most real.