Your name is a wind that still moves through me,

a soft echo that rises in the quiet hours.

I look toward the Canyon,

and the light falls in a way that feels like you.

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Grief carved me open,

but love kept me standing.

You are the reason I learned

that healing is not forgettring-

it is remembering with gentleness.

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I carry you in every sunrise,

in every ritual I craft,

in every person I help find their breath again.

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You are the stillness in the Canyon wind.

You are the warmth in the desert light.

You are the strength in my healing.

You are the reason I help others heal.

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And in this sanctuary, 

your spirit is everywhere -

guiding, softening, 

loving me forward.