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Field of Dreams
The daffodils are rising in our field of dreams here
Where we have always planted daffodils for 23 years in this place
Each one carefully put in with a name and a prayer said over it
And for Ken’s memorial many friends and relatives planted bulbs
Now everywhere they are pushing up through the cold black earth
And not caring what the temperature is they push on
Beginning to laugh and shout in bright yellows calling out its new birth
It touches my soul to see them
I cry for Ken missing this display
And yet I also feel joy for the reminder that
Nature testifies to this resurrection brewing
And reminds me that Ken’s soul is very much alive
In a greater field of dreams
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