When you feel you are without me, close your eyes.
Float down beneath your skin, retreat within.
I am the blood that flows.
I am the courage in your gut that grows.
I am the chamber in your heart that feels like home.
I am the seed from which your life was proudly grown.
Only my body has flown.
But me, I dwell still within your bones.
My voice and all the good I've ever known, is yours to own.
When you feel you are without me, listen close.
I whisper louder, when you miss me most.
by Donna Ashworth
(My bridal shower 1993...ignore the belt)
