Out of Darkness: Reminders

I had a subtle reminder today that came in the form of  a forgotten poem...


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 softly fallen snow
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
of beautiful birds in circling flight
I am in the star shine of the night
I am in the flowers that bloom,
                                                                            I am in a quiet room
                                                                                    I am in the birds that sing,
                                                                                    I am in each lovely thing
                                                                                    Do not stand at my grave and cry,
                                                                                    I am not there, I did not die

© DD Corbitt