In Loving Memory of Clark W. Hall
1985-2004
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 the snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken, in the morning's hush,
I am the soft uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I did not die.
