Do not stand by my grave...

[Blackbird]

After doing some research I came across this poem and I consider it Pagan relevant. Enjoy!

Do not stand by my grave and weep.
I am not there.
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am a diamond glint in the snow.
I am the sunlight on the ripened grain.
I am the gentle Autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star shine at night.
Do not stand by my grave and cry.
I am not there.
I did not die.

-Attributed to Mary Frye