That She Was Never Far Away

That she was never far away, oh
that she looked over my shoulder
to edit me, and with what greatest grace
and kindness she encouraged me,
my silent watcher sitting perhaps now even at his hand
or feet, healed, rested,
and wiser; 
now indeed she lives, now indeed,
and it is exactly she to whom my tears return
and always will except that now I have been given the sight
of where she is happy
and ever will be,
in hope,
in hope, oh,
near.

November 7 2013