For DARLENE:   A Lady of Bravery and KIndness, and Human Being  Extraordinaire:

   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.

      - Mary E. Frye