In Remembrance

 I trod the frozen ground
and watch as primary colors
dance in the early dawn
blue sky and yellow sun
and reflected glory on the clouds
brilliant orange
filling the skyline with fire

as I watch this grandeur

there is touch of emptiness

as I remember a daughter of the Sacred

now gone

I will miss my friend

her throaty chuckle

her Sunday morning hugs

her calm presence

and the way she practiced heaven in her living

but mixed into the sadness

is also joy

as the colors of the morning sky remind me

of her flowers

and her love

lavishly given

and I rejoice

that this daughter of the sacred

has now gone from communion with the Sacred

to union

and though gone

is more alive than ever

I wonder if there are flower beds in heaven?