Michael Desanto

Obituary

I AM NOT THERE

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 a diamond glints on the 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 star that shines at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.

I am not there; I did not die.