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.

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.

“Science is not only compatible with spirituality; it is a profound source of spirituality.” ~Carl Sagan~

“Science is not only compatible with spirituality; it is a profound source of spirituality.” ~Carl Sagan~

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