Signs of Them

If we watch for signs of them; The ones we've loved and lost. We'll find them everywhere we look; On every path they crossed. We'll see them in the things they loved, Held dear in their mind's eye. A field of springtime flowers, Or a song birds lilting cry. The frothing surf before a storm; White snow on barren bark. The gleam of sunlight on the sea; A Nightingale at dark. We'll feel them near at evening, When the darkness greets the day. We'll sense them there beside us, As we kneel at night to pray. Although their body's absent; Filling us with lonely dread. The essence of their spirit's felt And comforts us instead. Then as we close our eyes in sleep, The last we see and feel: Their smiling face before us, Just as clear as once was real. So rest well now dear loved one, On your bed of soft white cloud. We’ll dream sweet dreams of yesterday, Wishing yesterday were now.