Thursday, November 30, 0002
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 in snow, I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the mornings hush, I am th swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight, I am the soft star that shines at night. Do not think of me as gone, I am with you still- in each new dawn.
In your sorrow, may each kindness, each word, each memory be a gentle comfort. In your sorrow may there be peace.
