William J. Farrell

I give you this one thought to keep.

I am with you still - I do not sleep. 

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on snow, 

I am the sunlight on the ripened grain,

I am the gentle Autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning hush,

I am the swift, uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not think of me as gone-- I am with you still-- in each new dawn.