Barbara Jean Rice

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 swift, 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.