To those who are no longer here
Of you I might not have been aware
But be you far or near
I imagine your possible trepidation, your fear
The consuming expectation of salvation so dear
That at times tarried but did not appear
The life you lived no matter how short
Was never bereft of Divine import
Was never bereft of Divine import
Who you were you still are
Now so much more,higher than any star
So each new day that G-d gifts me
I will hug as a miracle and be all I can be
In salute to you, I live gratefully with no illusion
Knowing each second is never a foregone conclusion
