My Love is silent as the dawn.
My Love went to sleep and followed Jesus home.
All the gentle – sweet I love you gone – except the smell that wefts the calm.
But memories of the times we shared - are still as loud as trumpet’s blare.
Oh so many good times saved – in photo albums and video cases.
My Love still says I love you when I’m out doors.
In the breeze - and in the day’s sunshine.
It reminds me of our adored camping, fishing, and hiking trips.
I thank God every day for the time when shared.
We never had much money but we knew that would always be together.
As I write this - it all makes sense. It’s the same way with God.
We can’t physically see God – but we know he’s with us when we feel the
breeze, the sun, the rain, and smell the earth.
The love My Love and I have now is alike the love we’ll have in heaven.
As it is written – My Love shared in Jesus baptism, and suffering, and now
As promised – My Love will share in his resurrection.
So My Love is in everything I do, and everything I love so very, very true.
By Patricia Blair
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