Jennifer Lee Stowers R.I.P /I love you and miss you
Sweet, compassionate golden haired goddess Taught me how to plant trees and sleep on the earth, How to laugh out loud and smile ferociously I wish I could have been there the day the sirens of Mara Called you, the day you heard a dissonant, jarring song That drew you closer inward. I could have sung A sweeter song for you, or compelled the summer rain To lull your soul into a deep, restful peace Instead I sat under the Bodhi tree in Montana That you once planted for me seeking enlightenment For my own heart, while you confronted the shadows Now it is spring time and the bulbs are wrought with rich color and wisdom, Soon, they will bear the fruits of your name, and sustain many more Lifetimes because of you. JSQ Foundation