Sunday 19th November


Everywhere I try to find signs

I look for your face in the clouds

I search for you walking in crowds


Everywhere I think you’re there

From the little robin that comes to visit

The white feather that flutters for a minute


Everywhere there’s a piece of you

In a curving, colourful rainbow

Or the landscape lit in a golden glow


My Angel is everywhere

Sitting on the empty chair

Silently flying through the air




Over there



Late afternoon sunshine

Looking down on the harbour

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