Untitled by Anonymous

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.

I wish I could take credit for writing this poem but I cannot. Even though it is quite famous, the author (and title) is still unknown. Often it is read at funerals and memorials. But I believe its message is even larger than death and is about transcendence of all kinds. Irregardless, it is lovely. Maybe you will think so too.