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Sweet Memories Of You

I shall think of you when the stars twinkle

and the rain softly showers

when the trees blossom and bluebirds sing.

Thoughts of you shall not bring sorrow

sometimes reason is not ours to borrow

you could have been spared certain things.

Oh what Joy shall be Ours

when we see each-other once more

beyond those distant Shores.

Oh what tranquil Peace this brings

cares of earth my soul shall fling

when I think of this, my heart sings.


Janet Vargas  ©

Pleasant Reminders Of You

I'll catch your smile on someone's face

your whisper in the wind's embrace

through diamond stars and songs and dreams

I find your love in everything.

The sun, the sky and rolling sea

all conspire to comfort me

from sorrow's edge, life's beauty seems

to find your love in everything.

Even as I fall apart

even through my shattered heart

I'll find your smile on someone's face

…...Amazing Grace.

Author Unknown

I Heard Your Voice

In The Wind Today

I heard your voice in the wind today

and turned to see your face.

The warmth of the wind caressed me

as I stood silently in place.

I felt your touch in the sun today

as it's warmth filled the sky.

I closed my eyes for your embrace

and my spirit soared high.

I saw your eyes in the window pane

as I watched the falling rain.

It seemed as each raindrop fell

it quietly said your name.

I held you close in my heart today

it made me feel complete.

You may have died....but you are not gone

you will always be a part of me.

As long as the sun shines....

the wind blows....

the rain falls....

you will live on within me always

for that is all my heart knows.

Author Unknown

Your Spirit Lives


I know that no matter what

You will always be with me.

When life separates us

I’ll know it is only your soul

Saying goodbye to your body

But in your spirit you will be with me always

Always watching over me.

When I see a bird chirping on a nearby branch

I will know it is as if you are singing to me.

When a butterfly brushes gently by me so care free

I will know it's like you assuring me you are free from pain.

When the gentle fragrance of a flower catches my attention

I will know it's like you reminding me

To appreciate the simple things in life.

When the sun shining through my window awakens me

I will feel the warmth of your love.

When I hear the rain pitter patter against my window sill

I will hear your words of wisdom

And will remember what you taught me so well

That without rain trees cannot grow

Without rain flowers cannot bloom

Without life’s challenges I cannot grow strong.

When I look out to the sea.

Author Unknown

God of the Open Air

These are the things I prize

And hold of dearest worth:

Light of the sapphire skies,

Peace of the silent hills,

Shelter of forests, comfort of the grass,

Music of birds, murmur of little rills,

Shadow of clouds that swiftly pass,

And, after showers,

The smell of flowers

And of the good brown earth,--

And best of all, along the way, friendship and mirth.

So let me keep

These treasures of the humble heart

In true possession, owning them by love;

And when at last I can no longer move

Among them freely, but must part

From the green fields and from the waters clear,

Let me not creep

Into some darkened room and hide

From all that makes the world so bright and dear;

But throw the windows wide

To welcome in the light;

And while I clasp a well-beloved hand,

Let me once more have sight

Of the deep sky and the far-smiling land,--

Then gently fall on sleep,

And breathe my body back to Nature's care,

My spirit out to thee, God of the open air.

Henry Van Dyke  ©

The Comfort And 

Sweetness of Peace

After the clouds, the sunshine,

after the winter, the spring,

after the shower, the rainbow,

for life is a changeable thing.

After the night, the morning,

bidding all darkness cease,

after life’s cares and sorrows,

the comfort and sweetness of peace.

Helen Steiner Rice  ©

Heaven’s Light

The sun shines down upon us

with rays of warmth and light.

Then when the day has ended,

disappears beyond our sight.

We then are left in darkness,

not because the sun has died,

but because it’s shining brightly

on the world’s other side.

So it is when one we love

comes to their end of days.

They go on to the other side

to shine their loving rays.

That’s why Heaven is a place

That glows beyond compare.

The lights of those who’ve left us

are all brightly shining there.

Ron Tranmer ©

Finding You in Beauty

The rays of light filtered through

The sentinels of trees this morning.

I sat in the garden and contemplated.

The serenity and beauty

Of my feelings and surroundings

Completely captivated me.

I thought of you.

I discovered you tucked away

In the shadows of the trees.

Then, rediscovered you

In the smiles of the flowers

As the sun penetrated their petals

In the rhythm of the leaves

Falling in the garden

In the freedom of the birds

As they fly searching as you do.

I’m very happy to have found you,

Now you will never leave me

For I will always find you in the beauty of life.

Walter Rindor ©

To My Grandfather


A giant pine, magnificent and old

Stood staunch against the sky and all around

Shed beauty, grace and power.

Within its fold birds safely reared their young.

The velvet ground beneath was gentle,

and the cooling shade gave cheer to passers by.

Its towering arms a landmark stood, straight and afraid,

As if to say, “Fear naught from life’s alarms”.

It fell one day.

Where it had dauntless stood was loneliness and void.

But men who passed paid tribute – and said,

“To know this life was good,

It left it’s mark on me. Its work stands fast”.

And so it lives. Such life no bonds can hold –

This giant pine, magnificent and old.

This Tree is like My Grandad!

Georgia Harkness  ©

There Is No Night

Without A Dawning

There is no night without a dawning

No winter without a spring

And beyond the dark horizon

Our hearts will once more sing ….

For those who leave us for a while

Have only gone away

Out of a restless, care worn world

Into a brighter day.

Helen Steiner Rice  ©

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