LISTEN TO THE WIND

LISTEN TO THE WIND

Listen to the wind
as it whips around the branches,
Taking with it the last leaves
and sprinkling them across the land.

Look out to the horizon
as the golden sun sets low in the west;
Beauty so breathtaking
that my heart cries openly for you.

Breathe deep the crisp air
that stirs my memories
And lets me feel the loss of you;
then, perhaps, you will understand.

In some way, the divine touch of God
has brushed across the headstone
Where you lay, still forevermore;
my grief does not end.

Listen to the wind,
for it brings back to me
your words of devotion;
Breathtaking and beautiful,
you will always be - my love.

Another horizon beckoned you,
and in a better place you find rest;
Yet you and I are bound
throughout eternity to be together -
and we will be - once again.

Listen to the wind....

Countrymom
6/17/03

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