Silent Symphony

In the meeting of The heaven side silence,

Our souls touch with a sweetness of love.

Unspoken, untouched – all I need to say

Where seeds are sown in the sanctuary.

 

Your soft, bright spirit still remains,

Guiding Star in the Dead of Night

In prayer, I chart your name,

Which is a love that springs from grace flames

 

From which on breezes of later days our spirit may still rise,

A bond unbroken, forever.

Next life or this one,

You are my sun; you hold the light

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