A POEM FOR THE GRIEVING...

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 stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die...

-Anonymous

There is considerable conflict over the actual authorship of this poem. It is most commonly attributed to a Mary Frye (and believed to have been written around 1932); however, nothing is known of the author. It is,  believed to be one of the most requested (and reprinted) poems in the English language.