I release you

In the loving care of the wind.

So that you may go,

Where it goes.

So none that have loved you less than I and God

Will guess, or know

Where you have been.

But … God alone knows where you,

My gentle, gentle breeze

Will finally go.

So, I will turn and face the wind

To let it dry my tears away

To soothe me

On this darkest day …

Knowing that you are in the sweet spring wind

That blows my way.

Michael Taylor©

(Kristin Taylor 5-23-1974 ~ 7-26-1992)