Three crows crossed my path today, silent, black and sleek, 
    reminding me to listen if I really want to hear—
The eventide is melting as I walk home with my wolf, 
    yet even in the darkness, I know I’m not alone.

In the flowers budding and on the fragrant wind, 
    I feel your wisdom flowing and hear your voice again—
I remember most your faith, and how it warmed my soul, 
    and now you’re all around me in beauty and in hope.

I miss your calming arms and long to hold you tight;
    the world feels somehow dimmer without your guiding light—
Buried deep within me, sheltered from the rain,
    is a little girl who’s loved you since the day that she began.

Tonight I lit your candle and felt you in my heart,
    and as my tears flowed freely, I let the healing start.

AB Christie 3/1/08