The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton
— In Memory of Julien
There were hymnals opened within your searching eyes;
you discovered wisdom everywhere you looked,
no matter how deep the night became.
I understood the need for your silent prayers
and added my own, for good measure.
Sometimes, when I feed the birds,
I can hear your gentle voice,
a trill from distant wings aloft,
ever grateful for these gifts of love and laughter.
I feel the breeze stir as you pass by,
on your way to a better dream of sunlit glory.
There, the branches are ripe with fruit,
awaiting your arrival.
There, the words we kept between us resonate
with truth so pure, it moans, ecstatic;
our thirst is diminished -
our hunger, resolute.
I will not mourn the morning light
or this seeming absence,
for you remain here in my thoughts.
Your peace becomes you.