Here is the poem I wrote when my father died.
James C. Goodwin
The Winds of Change
The winds of change were blowing
Caught up in the balance of life and death
I claimed Fierce Grace
to send my Father home
The winds of change were blowing
Creating order out of Chaos
Providing divine intervention
The right people, words, songs and prayers
The winds of change were blowing
Moment by moment
Time moved fast
Time stood still
The winds of change were blowing
Scents of sage
Coffee, tears helped life staying
And supported life leaving
The winds of change sent the sun in
And in one swift last breath
They picked up my father
And blew him in to heaven
Swoosh
The winds of change rested
They felt like
Butterfly kisses on our cheeks
We cried
Because we knew
That Dad was in that wind
The winds of change rested
With a freedom song
And a million love beads
Providing energy
To send him upward
And the pure light within him
Carried him home
In the wind of change
© Leah Goodwin | April 14, 2013