"Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am thousand winds that blow;
I am the diamond glints in the snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn's 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 star that shines at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there; I did not die."


Cornelius' Words at Charles' Memorial Service