Verse For A Troubadour
He sang to my heart and seemed to know what I think and feel,
what touches me so!
As always he has, he speaks to me still. I never thought that
I could feel
The incredible grief I have lately known. But through the gift
of his music
I am never alone.
As hard as it's been to lose such a friend, I can still be sung to the
heights
By his voice and music and heartfelt words that lighten my
darkest nights.
The songs of love and of life so grand and a dream of peace
throughout our land -
These are the legacies he left behind for Planet Earth and
all mankind.
Making a difference in one's own way is something he taught
us to do each day.
Protecting our children and meeting needs - a way of life,
not just good deeds.
From his home in the Rocky Mountains to the farthest reaching
shore
His words of hope stirred action encouraging us to do more.
He lived each day to the fullest and dared to fulfill his dreams:
flying the skies, skiing the slopes, fishing mountain streams.
A year has passed since the tragic news of the death of a troubadour.
My own life is different, too, somehow as if the time "before"
I had taken for granted new music and shows thinking next time
or later on
I'd see him again, what's his new album like? Before I was
ready, he'd gone.
Now he sings to my heart in new ways through the good, the
bad, the so-busy days.
He still captures my thoughts and helps me express my feelings
of love and happiness.
My life has taken on new direction since John Denver's death
brought his life to reflection.
He lived and loved and gave us a voice. What good we will do
now becomes our own choice.
October 28, 1998
Linda Cardwell