I can feel your touch in the
warmth of the sun's rays upon my skin,
I feel the breath of your sigh caress me
in the blowing of the wind.
I see your face etched deep
within the longing of my heart...
But, alas, it's time to leave here;
time for this spirit to depart.
I must move on to more creative things,
to helping others, and the joy that brings...
My purpose here is now complete
and it is time to leave, to follow His
star to a new lesson...a new gift;
a new hiope...a new drift in
the stream of spirit
calls me back to the river of dreams,
as I move on to ameliorate another...
walking where God's spirit leads.
And if, perchance, my heart's desire
shall find me along the way -
I shall always believe in the magic of acceptance
of things that the blowing wind brings each new day.
Come follow this Love to the dawning of peace...
to a word filled with Faith, and a heart filled with dreams.
Where the beautiful bird, His snow white dove -
flies 'pon wings of freedom, borne 'pon winds of Love.

© 2003,  Deborah L. Kelly