In His Own Words    

"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's 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." 
Rick Green, 2001