Member Poem

They tell me that I perished
   But I've never felt more alive
And the warmth of your presence
   Still lingers in my mind.

I ventured longer than an arm -
   Beyond the dim horizon -
Further than a murky quasar
   Yet less than a prayer's span.

When you stop to think of me -
   When tears can't help but fall -
Know that it's okay to grieve
   And let them wash your soul

Then look up and say a prayer -
   Since words have power of flight -
I'll catch it at heaven's shore -
   Think of you - smile and sigh.