I Know How the Heather Looks

"I never saw a moor,

I never saw the sea;

Yet I know how the heather looks,

And what a wave must be."

(Emily Dickinson)





Someday you will read my words

and know how much I love you.

Nurture your heritage,

and show me you can fly.

Listen to the plainsong,

the brush of a gentle breeze,

and the cry of a wounded bird.



Be blessed.

Bask in sunshine, and

dance in the rain.

Listen to a rosebud open,

climb a hill, touch a butterfly,

and walk barefoot on the shore

I love so well.



If you do all these things,

then you will have touched heaven,

I will smile on you,

and the angels will share our joy

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