"Remembering Lives Past"

"Remembering Lives Past"

I am.
My husband is gone and inside I am empty.
My soul has a void that no one can replace.
My grief is displayed in the way of my people.
My anguish is shown by the lines on my face.

I feel.
The rays of the afternoon sun warm my shoulders
A leaf tumbles down and caresses my cheek.
My heart beats a rhythm in tune with my sorrow.
The forest can’t give me the solace I seek.

I listen.
The babbling brook sings a praise of his lifetime.
The gentle breeze whispers his name through the trees.
The running mouse chitters and scolds at my sadness.
The pine needles crunch as I drop to my knees.

I see.
The radiant sky reaches out beyond vision.
The trees offer branches for help if I fall.
The ground underfoot offers solid foundation.
His wisdom and essence will help me stand tall.

I know.
His body is gone but his spirit is with me.
I hear him; I feel him; he’ll always be near.
His tears are the raindrops; his smile is the rainbow.
With him as my guide, I have no need to fear.