Do not stand at my grave and weep;

I am not there,

I do no sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on snow,

I am the sunlight on the ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn’s rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush

I am the swift uplifting rush of silent birds in circled flight.

I am the simple stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;

I am not there,

I did not die.

Photograph: St John the Baptist Church towards the Working Men's Club.