I miss Gilmer so much.
. I suspect that we will all see her, each in our own special little places, as we navigate a world without her.
I’ll Be
For Gilmer
I’ll be the wind which howls in caves and storms
And shifts the sands upon the shore
And the pile of autumn leaves which forms
In the cozy nook outside your door
I’ll be the sun which warms your heart and mind
And the dream you pause to find
I’ll be
The delicate butterfly in your garden
As it savors dew and scent and nectar
The first snowflake born of winter
As it floats to seek a kindred spirit
Or a tiny bud in spring’s display
As it strains, then yields to warmth of day
I’ll be
The vapor trail behind the silver bird
As it seeks a distant shore
And the eagle as it spans the skies
For food and prey of earth
I’ll be the stars which dot the skies at night
And the moon which gives you light.
I’ll be
The music born of laughter
Of those too young to yet know pain
The dance of youth and of blissful lovers
And the life and rhythm of the rain
I’ll be the awe in hearts of mothers
With love impossible to contain
I’ll be
The foam upon the ocean
As it churns and twists and curls
And the rocks which rise majestically
From the depths of ocean’s floor
And the boom and echo of the thunder
Which seeks to equal ocean’s roar
I’ll be
The moment you pause to listen
To the screams of nothingness in beggars’ eyes
And become aware that - if you can ignore them
They become all of us in disguise
I’ll be that moment in time and space
When we begin to see each other in all we face
I’ll be
The lonely shoe along the roadway
And those who ponder its strange fate
Or the lonely soul who has lost his way
And looks for comfort at your gate
And I’ll be the door which opens gently
If you’re that soul who seeks reprieve
I’ll be
The warmth which gives you comfort
And the love which brings you home
The thoughts that keep you warm at night
And the place you rest your head
And I’ll be the rains on the horizons
Which are the tears you’ve yet to shed