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She's in the sun, the wind, the rain, She's in the air you breathe with every breath you take. She sings a song of hope and cheer, there's no more pain, no more fear. You'll see her in the clouds above, hear her whisper words of love, you'll be together before long, until then, listen for her song.

Do not tell me I am strong You only see my days Filled with details and work You have never shared my nights Long evenings empty Except for memories and tears My despair is sacrificed to responsibility You would be strong too If you had no other choice - By Kim Knapp

The mention of my child's name May bring tears to my eyes, But it never fails to bring Music to my ears. If you are really my friend, Let me hear the beautiful music of her name. It soothes my broken heart And sings to my soul.

God saw you getting tired When a cure was not to be. So He wrapped His arms around you, And whispered, “Come unto me”. You didn’t deserve what you went through, And so He gave you rest. God’s garden must be beautiful, He only takes the best. So when I saw you sleeping, So peaceful and free from pain. I could not wish you to come back, to suffer that all again. Unknown

If it seems that I am far away on this empty and solemn day, Just open your heart and know it’s true, That I am still right here with you. If during the day things are going wrong, Please don’t feel sad and alone. Just open your heart and know it’s true, That I am still right here with you. When nighttime falls and the day is done. If you are feeling alone and sleep won’t come, Just open your heart and know it’s true, That I am still right here with you. Close your eyes, and feel the warm embrace. Sleep peacefully in the wings of grace. If sadness finds you in the morning light, if you feel alone, Don’t give up trying! Hold this feather close and know it’s true, That I am always here with you. Julie Johnson, www.wingsofgrace.com

“When angels visit us, we do not hear the rustle of wings, nor feel the feathery touch of the breast of a dove; but we know their presence by the love they create in our hearts.”

I had a dove, and the sweet dove died; And I have thought it died of grieving: Oh, what could it grieve for? Its feet were tied With a silken thread of my own hands’ weaving. Sweet little red feet! Why should you die? Why would you leave me, sweet bird! Why? You lived alone in the forest tree; Why, pretty thing! Would you not live with me? I kiss’d you oft and gave you white peas; Why not live still sweetly, as in the green trees? John Keats

Do not come to my grave and cry Look up instead toward the sky For wings of white as they fly by. Don't come to stand and weep or bring Dying flowers. Instead please sing A song or feel the autumn wind As is blows past your tender cheek. That is me. I am not asleep. I'm in the rain on summer days. I'm with the children as they play. I have not gone so far away. Look among stars shinning at night. See me riding on rays of light Gently brushing leaves. Watch a flight Of Snow White Doves. They always tease My soul, and then so softly weave It through clouds of white, over seas, Under the breeze, and far above The trees, knitting like yarn my love. I'm there on the wings of a dove. Do not visit my grave and weep. Sandra Van Ripe

Fall asleep, dream of me, I'm just waiting on the edge of heaven. Think of me, adore me, I'm just waiting on the edge of heaven. Daydream of me, smile for me, I'm just waiting on the edge of heaven. Write to me, beautifully to me, I'm just waiting on the edge of heaven. Come and be with me, come and love me, I'm just waiting on the edge of heaven... Darlene Belcher

i carry your heart with me i carry it in my heart i am never without it anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling i fear no fate for you are my fate, my sweet i want no world for beautiful you are my world, my true and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart i carry it in my heart e.e. cummings

In one of the stars, I shall be living In one of them, I shall be laughing And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing When you look at the stars at night

Oh, that I had the wings of a dove! I would fly away and be at rest.

I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.