Guests of my life,
You came in the early dawn,
and you in the night.
Your name was uttered by the Spring Flowers
and yours by the showers of rain.
You brought the harp into my house
and you brought the lamp.
After you had taken your leave
I found God's footprints on my floor.
- Rabindranath Tagore
It is so easy to think I have some ultimate claim on Gaye's love,
but I don't; rather, I have been privileged to share
her life, physical love and unique soul for a speck of time.
Are all I have left are memories of what we have shared and loved?
I hope that is not true!
I want to believe there is much more than memories.
I want to believe her footprints, voice and spirit
can be seen in my life, today.
I can feel it, or maybe I just want to believe it.
Which could it be?
I want to believe there is much more than memories.
I want to believe her footprints, voice and spirit
can be seen in my life, today.
I can feel it, or maybe I just want to believe it.
Which could it be?
A Mournful Mystery!
But perhaps there is a trace of the divine in each of us,
which comes from its home in God,
and then returns back to that Home.
Gaye's love now needs to be shared
somewhere beyond my understanding.
I must remember, I had no claim!
I was immensely blessed to experience
that special love here on Earth.
A heartbreaking venture, but one I thank God
everyday for that love!
Gaye's spirit and love needs to be shared!
Gaye's love now needs to be shared
somewhere beyond my understanding.
I must remember, I had no claim!
I was immensely blessed to experience
that special love here on Earth.
A heartbreaking venture, but one I thank God
everyday for that love!
Gaye's spirit and love needs to be shared!
This outlook comforts me greatly in a less Gaye world.
When facing the Unknown and the Dark,
Hope is as reasonable as Despair.
Hope is as reasonable as Despair.
