With one of our many visits to Duke University when daughter, Candice Hinze Williams, was being treated for a glioblastoma in her brain, we were patiently waiting in the halls for Candice to be called in for her appointment. I noticed a large framed print hanging with this lovely poem.  I wrote it down and we read it every time we visit Candice since she passed in 2014. Hope you find comfort in reading it also.

Sleeping in the Forest  by Mary Oliver

I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of Iichen and seeds.  I slept as never before, a stone on the riverbed, nothing  between me and the white fire of the stars but my thought, and they floated light as moths among the branches of the perfect trees.  All night I heard the small kingdoms breathing around me, the insects, and the birds who do their work in the darkness.  All night I rose and fell, as if in water grappling with a luminous doom.  By morning I had vanished at least a dozen times into something better.   Shine on Sweet Caroline!