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| My heart remembers with gladness How, when you were small, You reached out as I held you, Placed your hand upon my face and smiled. I envision you now Resting in the arms of God, Reaching out to place Your hand upon His face and smiling in peace. Possessed by this vision, I feel your presence Moving softly in my mind, Floating somewhere beyond the field of knowing, and I wonder ... Is that you moving on the wind, soaring with the hawks? Can you be the gentle ray of light Painting the ethereal sky And gilding the falling leaf? I does not seem possible That the world's not lonely, Or that life continues in such eternal sameness Without everyone stopping to seek and wonder And long for you. As for me, I'll always be listening And watching for you In the uncounted sounds and sights of life, And bless your memory at the briefest glimpse Or slightest call of love to love. In loving memory of Lance Porter Hopkins July 20, 1975 - November 30, 1999 (C) Harold Hopkins, December, 1999 |