COMPASSION 212 Summer 2022

Summer 2022 - Compassion | www.tcf.org.uk 5 I Am There I am the breath of wind on your face, Whether head held high you tread the hard-edged crags of grief, or stooped and worn weary out the windings and unwindings of the day with each barely breathed sigh you take, let my touch lift you, let me be with you, I am the breath of wind on your face. I am the sound of birdsong in your garden, When stumbling you work the weeds blindly or numbed by memories you slump bone limp in the waiting chair, I am there, listen to me, I am singing to you, I am the sound of birdsong all around. I am the dawn of the new day, the light that breaks your unsleeping. Rise with me, walk with me, I am there in the mists of the morning and the change and the change of the seasons. In the rain on the wind and the warmth of the waking sun I am there, lean on me, I will hold you I will always be with you, I am the dawn of the new day. from Don’t Let Them Tell You How To Grieve