To the unknown, the quiet and perhaps forgotten ones
You of love and light
You of kindness and compassion
I write these words for you…

To the ones who whisper to me
The answers I need
And  then…
Allow me to think I came up with them myself.
To the ones who lived the way you lived,
Not for fame, notoriety or fanfare,
You who did all that you did for no other reason,
except that It was good and right and holy.

To the ones who lived life fairly
and kept the common good In sight.
Be here with me
Be with me tonight
Guide me always.

You who were the ones that chose not to judge
Yet leaned on discernment and trusted it would hold you.
You, who had the gift of sight, saw through the veil
and used it only for good,

You who came from different lands over many seas
Your mix of blood runs through my veins
may your wisdom flow there too.

You who cried and laughed
and found the courage to dance
through turbulent and changing times.
You who never sought after notoriety, fame or glory
but for what was right and what was holy.

Be here with me 
Be with me tonight
Guide me always

You who wrote and sang of love
Who stared at the same stars I see tonight
and who watched the sun slowly rise again in the morning.
I write this prose for you.

For all of you, who painted and potted and prayed.
You who plowed the field or laid the brick and stood tall
with an inner knowing
That everything you did was done not for self-glory
but because it was good, right and holy.

Be with me here 
Be here tonight
Guide me with your love and wisdom always.


Miriam Venus 2013 (revised 2017)