I've been searching for the author of a poem, (using a corrupted line from it) and was just about to ask over here when I managed to google it.
It is such a poignant piece that I felt I'd like to share it with you, anyway. I guess many of you will know it, or know of it, because it is used quite a bit on memorials, but here it is anyway.


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 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.

(Author Unknown.
But found by parents of
Steve Cummins, soldier killed on
active service in Northern Ireland,
in an envelope left for them)