As I sat trying to plan my tribute for tomorrow, words would not come, but instead the following poem awaited me.
My Guiding Light
Who gave me faith?
My guiding light
Who showed me truth?
My guiding light.
What is faith?
That tomorrow will come.
What is truth?
That it shall be better than today.
Where is hope?
It resides with faith
In my changing heart
With memories of my guiding light.
What is my hope?
Somewhere, somehow, far from now
My guide and I will meet again
And then at last, I will be free
From love that’s shown through pain.
My guiding light,
My love I send,
To wish you perfect peace
I’d lie if I said I didn’t miss you
But I give thanks for your release.