I give you this one thought to keep-
I am with you still- I do not sleep,
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on the snow,
I am sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain,
When you awake in the morning's
hush, I am the swift uplifting rush,
of birds in song and flight. I am the
bright stars you glory in at night. A
moonrise, the setting sun. The trill
of a rushing stream, the quiet after
a winter storm.
Do not think of me as gone. I am with
you still, each and every day that you
awake.
No comments:
Post a Comment