Abdo Barakat Diab

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 awake in the morning's hush

I am the swift upflinging rush

of quiet birds in circling flight,

I am the soft starshine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.

I am not there. I did not die.

Arrangements under the direction of Halverson, Stone & Myers Mortuary, Torrance, CA.