Dearest Beloved

I think of you more than anyone can know During quiet gray mornings when all is calm And the television news is blessedly off I hear the swish of the light wind whispering And hear the house's breath The cancer has damaged my brain and I am not as sharp as I once was, once a manager, an investigator, and kindly boss A dependable wife, its gone but I try to compensate and try to focus as I can Trying to be strong and useful and frustrated as we all can be. Today after I have rested I must bring up the donations, name them show best i can hoping that will help the money lenders The tax sorters and distributing for the poor, the soldiers, the streets, the trees the farmers and oh Infinity and so much to the rich and the lying liars I draw for your quiet sometimes the music you have given us and its makers even if they are pulled into drugs and drinks I thank you for the release of what is in their hurts shared by us as is the sound of rain whispers of crickets and the songs of birds. Such beauty such sorrow. Move own to the gentle whispering light Move on to the intense noise of war and pain, move on to the oh so quiet of the breath a last gift to the earth For we know not where our energy will find its dwelling Pray that will be gentle and giving and brings life with it and loving energy even if it is the thundering storm that drenches the needy dry grounds. I do love you.