It's August.
The day is clear and bright.
The air is still and warm.
Mourners huddle in the available shade.
Saying goodbye to a treasured soul.
She gave us love and touched our lives.
Made us stronger, dried our tears.
We are better because she was here.
The air is warm, even in the shade.
The tears flow. The hearts ache.
Longing for comfort. Longing for
relief.
From the pain. From the sadness.
From the hopelessness of loss.
Meanwhile, she who is gone, has
arrived.
Greeted by those she has loved and once
lost.
Such a glorious reunion! What a
blessed day!
Then she turns, there to see
Mourners huddled in the available
shade.
He comes to her and asks:
You are concerned for them. You love
them so.
Is there anything I can do?
She gazes into His loving eyes, nods
approval and replies:
“A little breeze would be nice.”
It's August.
The day is clear and bright.
The air is still and warm.
Mourners huddle in the available shade.
As they listen to prayers of peace and
hope
A little breeze whispers through the
crowd.
Cools the body, calms the spirit.
That's better. The breeze
helps.
As mourners leave that sacred place
Courage builds within their hearts
We are going to be OK.
We will grow stronger. We will be
kinder.
The breeze helps, the breeze helps.