Tuesday, November 30, 2021
Always Near
Don’t cry that I am lost.
Be not sad to feel not my touch.
If you listen you will
hear my voice in the wind.
Feel my hand on your shoulder with the morning sun.
Feel the cleansing rain as I quench the flowers thirst so they may bloom.
See me as you glance behind you and hear my foot falls on the gravel path.
I am always near as your heart beat
and your smile.
© Johnny L. Cyrene
Our deepest sympathy, Johnny and Susie Cyrene
