When I am No More Remembered
by Ronnie Bray
When I am no more remembered
Except by one sweet heart,
And if you feel some emptiness,
Notice my empty chair,
Do not despair or pause, for I am there.
In silent mists, white-plumed or grey,
That stillness is my being,
Do not pull away.
And when rain falls hard cold in winter,
Warm in summer shower,
These are my tears for you.
Mere tears of joy to know that in some coming hour
You will take hold of my outstretched hand
And I shall lead you home.
Then you will understand those moments
When you hear my voice, though I was gone.
And why you felt a warmth yet saw no sun.
For in all ways, and by all nature?s signs
I shall remind you of a past and future time,
Breathe in the wind your name and in the sudden gust
Shall speak my love for you,
And in the dust shall write it with a cryptic pen
Held in a trembling hand.
A hand that held you once and will again.
When snow is falling, lying on the ground,
in that strange whiteness I am all around
And watching you as once I watched and smiled
When you saw me, the man, and yes, the child
Whose heart would gladden at some simple thing.
My heart will gladden still to see you, hear you sing
Some snatch of music, kiss your wedding ring,
Or other token of a love that is not lost or gone,
And does not wait, but feels its strength in faith,
And by these measures is renewed.
Was that a bird, or message from my heart
By half closed ears heard?
You will not know just then.
But afterwards, with curtain closed,
And with that same low voice
Warming the shadowed room,
You then will know. My soul to yours will speak
And in these ways bring fullness to your empty space,
Kiss tears away, bring peace into your troubled heart,
Bid grace adorn your brow, dissolve your fear.
I am not gone, but waiting near.
Ronnie Bray
Quill@prodigy.net
