Gayle Ann Goodrich

I give you this one thought to keep – I am with you still – I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush, I am the sweep uplifting rush, Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not think of me as gone – I am with you still in each new dawn.