Your Spirit
Your spirit hovers near
The soft silk whites and grays
Embrace me…
Smiling
…Not expected today
Always hoped for
…and open to
Yet when you are there
I am breathless
And tears fall
I am cleansed
You left me:
And I knew you had to go home:
Home to your God
You tried to tell me
…in so many ways
I was deaf.
Your spirit hovers near.
Now I hear.
…And see
…And feel
“It is, it just is…”
You whisper softly
Diane Findlen Garrow
deedeewisdom 
Did you just write this? It’s beautiful in its truth…their presence felt is often bittersweet.
I’m so happy you’ve created this blog. It’s bold. And special. And so inspiring. Just like you.
By: Theresa Craig on February 9, 2011
at 12:10 am
When I wrote “Your Spirit” it was a very poignant moment. My dear friend had passed away and I was deep in grief. I felt her presence so strongly that I was truly overcome.
Thank you for your comment!
By: Diane (Findlen) Garrow on February 9, 2011
at 12:46 am
Thank you, Terri! Yes, the spirits of our departed love ones will always be with us and this poems reminds me that I am never alone. You too have the gift of verse, please continue in your musings, I love reading what you write. Love, Aunt DeeDee
By: Diane (Findlen) Garrow on June 15, 2015
at 6:11 pm
I saw a snowy owl in our backyard today, and when I read this poem, it made me think of that owl. I often think of departed loved ones when I see majestic birds like that. It just brings them to mind for a minute – like they’re looking down on us from above like the birds are.
By: Dan Power on February 19, 2011
at 5:30 pm
Thank you, Dan, that is a beautiful image and the owl brings us an ambiance that allows our spirits to soar…Love, Aunt DeeDee
By: Diane (Findlen) Garrow on June 15, 2015
at 6:10 pm