The Breeze - Poem by Jean Penner
Soft on a breeze comes a message to you,
I’m sending it down with my love,
For the windows of Heaven are open,
And I see many things from above.
From the windows in Heaven-I see scenes of our lives,
The times that I shared there with you,
The things that we did – the fun that we shared,
The things only two of us knew.
The times when we wrestled and played on the floor,
The times when we fought over toys,
The times when we knew that trouble was near,
And we’d better be good little boys.
I hear from in Heaven the whispers we shared,
When in secret, we planned out a ‘sneak’,
I hear all the laughter that filled up the halls,
When around the corner we peeked.
I see all the ball games you came to for me,
And the ones that I came to for you,
The smile on your face, the way that you cheered,
The pride that I know you knew.
I see two little boys that grew up together,
Becoming two special young men,
I see without words – the bond that we shared,
Together becoming true friends.
I feel a soft breeze as I look down at you,
It’s a message that floats on the wind,
I felt it in all of the scenes of our lives,
And now I can feel it again.
The breeze is the love that flows from your heart,
I know how you feel – it is true,
The message it carries, too heavy for words,
Is your heart saying, “I love you.”
The bond between brothers, to me is now clear,
From the window of Heaven I see,
God builds a bond to be there forever,
- When YOU feel the breeze, it is me.
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