Will I See You In Heaven?
(Because you asked)
You asked, is there a heaven for me?
Where will I be, after I’m gone?
Like our ancestors, grandparents, parents and friends
I’ll be in your thoughts, whispers in the wind.
Hear my voice in the rustling leaves
Feel my soul in a forest of trees
In the mountains, flowers, birds and seas
They are part of me, my eternity.
Listen to music, remember to sing
I will sing with you, wherever you be
Drink in beauty from a sunset down by the sea
And your soul will share sacred space with me.
Walk in the mountains
By a beautiful stream
Marvel at stars and hear the birds sing
You will have found my god and me.
In every language and every land
My god could not choose a people or clan
My god and eternity are too big to understand
And I am small in a scheme so grand.
But for those who love me, who’ve been touched by my hand
They will remember – which I can comprehend.
I hope you will miss me, but do not mourn
I am alive when your memories are born.
With much love to Sara,
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