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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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