In Loving Memory of Kenrick Waite

Through the strongest storms or the softest breeze, listen to the wind and think of me.

I’m in the creaking of the trees, the breaking twigs and falling leaves.

I’m in the sky, one love-respect is a star named for me.

I’m in all God’s creatures, in all you hold dear.

Just north of the clouds, for I am near.

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