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 glint on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you wake in morning hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft starlight at night.

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

My heart goes out to the victims of the typhoon Sendong that ravished part of my homeland. The death toll has risen to 1000 and the government has lost count of the missing. I know that this too shall pass and a new day of hope will come..........

I pray for strength and courage for the ones left behind and peace for those who have gone.