Heavens Breath Poem by laurel larison

There is a time when I am outside
it seems the air is so still,
I sit in the chair by the birdfeeder
trying to be calm when I wonder
if my father can hear me, when
I am in such a mess
I miss him and loved him and
am waiting for heavens breath.
I am quiet for a moment and think
about dad, are you happy are you
safe where you are
I get this answer every time I begin
to think and sit down
I feel the gentle breeze comes in
where the stillness used to be
I know my prayers are answered each
and every day. The gentle breeze from
heaven is the heavens breath for me to
know dad is safe and happy with the
heavens breath how could you not be?