Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep. I am the thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glint in the snow. I am the sunlight on the ripened grain. I am the autumn's gentle rain. When you awaken in the morning 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.
Dear Friends of Vance A. Larson--
I am collecting materials for a biography of Vance. I would be very grateful for your reminiscences and photos. Please also include dates and locations of the events you talk about, and pertinent information about yourself.
Thank You!
Valerie Haynes
Hopi Prayer
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Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint in the snow.
I am the sunlight on the ripened grain.
I am the autumn's gentle rain.
When you awaken in the morning 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.