Immortal Light Poem by oio ZIGA

My mother has died;
yet the barley still sways in the whispering fields,
and the morning dew still adorns the petals,
as if kissing the world in your name.

Where have you gone, O gentle spirit?
Why have you left me in this vast and aching silence?
But no;
you have not left.
You are the rain that blesses parched earth,
the river that never runs dry,
the breath between the wind's hush and roar.

You are the dawn's first light,
spilling gold upon the waking sky,
the endless ring of worlds
spinning in silent tribute to your grace.

You are the shimmer in the midnight heavens,
the pulse of the universe unseen,
my goddess, my compass, my shield,
watching, guiding, never far.

Death is powerless against a soul like yours.
You live in every whispered prayer,
every echo of love,
every thread of my being.

So I will not grieve as one abandoned;
for you are here,
woven into the fabric of eternity,
breathing in the hush of the wind,
shining in the stars,
and walking beside me, always.