The Healing Heart

It was just a passing moment,

A photo from a friend,

But it touched something in my heart

That I needed to mend.

A precious memory I’d lost,

Of strength that I once knew,

And it reminded me that love

Will always see me through.

For, while it passes from my hand,

It lives within my heart

And though we’re sundered in this life

We’re never far apart

When something simple as a bloom

Can bring you back to me;

And just the kindness of a friend

Can light your memory.

photo courtesy of my friend, Marie Barth