Len A. Hynds

WEEP NO MORE

My love, no longer must you weep,
though I have gone, I’m not asleep.
I’m with you still, in every way,
I am my love, with you today.

I am the summer breeze that blows,
the wonder of those winter snows,
each sparkling star you see at night;
I am my love, within your sight.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain,
I am each golden grain of sand,
I am the one who holds your hand.

So my love, no longer cry,
though not here, I did not die.

Author’s Note: Eighty Christmas Cards from family and friends throughout the world, but one was sadly missing. If she could have written one, my dear Tilly would have written this to me.