To you who lived before me in this smallish dwelling place,

I hope you filled it up with love, with happiness and grace.

 

I hope your days were happy days, and all your ways were loving ways.

I hope that good health paced these halls and friendship hung on all the walls.

 

I hope it was a happy home; I hope that you could write a tome of all the happy memories you shared. And all the folks who really, truly cared.

 

I hope it’s not that other kind of room, permeated with a threat of doom from folks whose rage and pain are greater than they can control, who strike and then later grieve for their lives and hate themselves more than whatever they hated someone else for.

 

For the energy and spirit that we breathe into a place remains until it’s cleansed and clutters up the space.

 

So I hope the place you’re leaving and the place you’re moving to have the precious kind of spirit to protect and nurture you.

 

Gena Williams