"I never saw a moor,
I never saw the sea;
Yet I know how the heather looks,
And what a wave must be."
(Emily Dickinson)
Someday you will read my words
and know how much I love you.
Nurture your heritage,
and show me you can fly.
Listen to the plainsong,
the brush of a gentle breeze,
and the cry of a wounded bird.
Be blessed.
Bask in sunshine, and
dance in the rain.
Listen to a rosebud open,
climb a hill, touch a butterfly,
and walk barefoot on the shore
I love so well.
If you do all these things,
then you will have touched heaven,
I will smile on you,
and the angels will share our joy