"Let us not look for you only in memory,
Where we would grow lonely without you.
You would want us to find you in presence,
Beside us when beauty brightens,
When kindness glows
And music echoes eternal tones.
When orchids brighten the earth;
Darkest winter has turned to spring;
May this dark grief flower with hope
In every heart that loves you."
John O. Donohue
From: To Bless the Space Between Us.
