We come to this place where you look back –
you have been present for days! – embodied
concern that says a thousand words.
You walk everywhere with us, your
celestial footprints marking the path.
It is winter here and in the spring
the butterflies will not forget.
In choosing now the words, won’t you
help us to sing a song of freedom –
we cannot control the pain, the grief
only going limp into it, surrender to
something bigger – captured in
the Redemption Song.
© 2021 Copyright Rick Frame