Her voice came from the murmuring brook
Her eyes from the light of the sun
Her gentle touch from God's own hand
And her hair from silk was spun
Her ready smile was a ray of light
Her laughter eased our pain
And when we shared our cares with her
Her tears were a cleansing rain
God took his purest, precious gold
And fashioned her a heart
And the strength of a mountain peak
She used with a Godly art
She touched and lighted our every path
As with a light from above
She did it very peacefully
With a gentle strength called love
She called out to those who loved her
And those who paid no mind
To leave behind a legacy
That is so hard to find
Her voice is in the birds that sing
Her touch is in the rain
Her scent is in the flower bed
Her memory softens pain
You can see her in God's beauty
In the trees and blades of grass
And feel her presence in the breeze
Whose touch will ever last
She isn't gone as some may claim
But rather all around
So be as she would want us to
And let your love abound
Nature called her home again
From where we all have come
The rocks and rills and brooks and hills
And the peace which she has won
So do not mourn, rejoice for her
For her life did not cease
But it grew and is now
An everlasting peace
This one brouhgt tears to my eyes. It reminded me of my Mother. Beautiful. I love it.
Hello again
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