Do not look for me in the curve
or colour of the rainbow,
or in the pleasing shape
of a passing cloud.
Though I loved them,
I am still not in the small
petal of the lilac, or
the sweet spring scent of
the lily of the valley.
And you will not
find me anywhere
near the chiseled dates
and letters on those
gleaming plaques.
Do not worry.
When you need me,
you will find no search
is necessary.
I am already behind your eyes
and closer than your own skin.
Cry for us both now,
if you need to,
but know that,
still and always,
I will find you when
you’ve fallen
and help you again to stand.
