Summer clouds
are drifting by;
a slight
breeze moves along the still air.
I sit by a
wizened oak,
with
dandelion dust in my hair.
A mother
robin hops nearby
in search of
a tasty worm.
She finds her
prey and plucks it up
with a
gentleness no less firm.
I want to
think of tea parties
and
princesses smiling bright,
of hyacinths
and other flowers,
of balloons
adrift - just out of sight.
But my
cavernous mind is empty now.
I have no
strength to think.
I'm
frightened of what else can be lost
if I take the
time to blink.
I'm just a
woman, not a god.
I have no
claim to fame.
I have no
control of Earthly Life
And in this I
find no shame.
But I wish
that Life would sometimes ask
me what I
think or feel
And not take
such drastic steps
to make Pain
a touch so real.
I have known
Love, I know it now
and I'm
thankful for its presence.
But always,
with Love, comes the ache
of knowing
that Its essence
can be lost
with Time, with thoughtlessness,
with agony
and sorrow.
I know today
that I have Love
but It may be
gone tomorrow.
But
please don't think that life is pain;
that there is
no beauty to be found.
Because in
Love there is also light,
a brightness
all around.
Sometimes the
darkness makes great shadows
and the light
seems awfully dim.
But I'll see
a Beauty and hear a Sound
that create
an Earthly Hymn.
The darkness
clears and again there's light,
though the
shadows may just hide.
But they've
recessed enough to let me out
with a
knowledge that I've defied
Death's wish
to close me in,
to lock away
my soul,
to leave an
empty casing -
I know that
is its goal.
But I am free
and so are you
and so are
those we've lost
to feel the
beauty of Love again
though our
hearts are constantly tossed
within this
realm of good and evil,
of extreme
pleasure and cruel pain.
But we have
so much less to lose
than we
really have to gain.
I tell my
Mind that this is Truth
but it must
listen to my Heart
Though it
also must often take control
so my soul
won't fall apart.
So, take me
Life, where you will
but still
allow me to be free
to think and
feel and express myself -
Allow me to
be Me.
But please
show patience; please show mercy;
Please keep
the pain at bay.
This ship
called Me just needs a rest
from feeling
tossed today.
My Mind now
has wakened; thoughts rush in,
and the
massive void is filled.
My Mind has
convinced my Heart to open
(at this it's
very skilled).
I can see the
children, drinking tea -
there are
mirrors all around;
there are
ladybugs and butterflies;
make-up kits
scattered on the ground.
She's there
right now, having fun -
a mirror in
her hand.
She glances
up at her arriving friends -
Her wings
encompass the distant land.
She wears a
crown. It's glowing bright.
Her smile
warms the seasonless sky.
"Tia is
here," the Angels whisper
as they flit
about on high.
She takes a
cup, and it is pink -
the prettiest
one on the table.
She makes a
toast to a talking fawn
right out of
a timeless fable.
She twirls
about and sings a song,
rubies
glitter on her dancing shoes.
More Angels
gather at her party
as they hear
the joyful news.
A pretty,
wide-eyed Angel glides to her
with wings of
a butterfly.
She greets
dear Tia with warm hugs
and seeing a
tear, reminds her not to cry.
"Your Mom and
Dad - and siblings, too -
will always
know you're near
And here, in
Heaven, you won't know pain -
or suffering
or fear."
Tia brightens
and glances down
to where her
family remains
and sends
warm breezes and sunny skies
and a light
blanket of soothing rains.
"Why the
rain?" the Angel asks.
(Mia is her
Earthly name)
"I want to
cool their bodies -
their pain
burns like a flame."
Mia nods.
She knows too well
about the
suffering one's loss can cause -
It ravishes
one's soul like a thirsty fire,
one that
never takes a pause.
Tia once more
looks up
into the eyes
of her new Angel friend.
"I'll be with
them forever, Mia.
My love will
never end."
Mia nods and
takes her hand
and leads her
to the Angels in the park.
"We want to
continue with our party
before it
gets too dark."
"There's
Night here?" Tia asks,
"I thought
Heaven was the Sun."
"Night is our
reminder, Tia,
that our
lives are not undone.
The Moon is
our Hope and Thankfulness;
the Stars are
our Laughter and Joy;
the Owls are
our Wisdom;
the Fireflies
we just enjoy!"
Tia smiles.
She understands.
Within her
Life still glows.
She can love
and laugh and draw and sing -
She can even
wiggle her toes.
"Let's go
now, Mia," Tia laughs,
"though
there's lots of tea to spare!"
"And I'll
take daisies, " Mia says,
"and weave
them in your hair!"
The Moon
begins its long ascent
into the
Heaven Sky
but True
Darkness never claims these lands.
Brightness is
close by.
Into the sky
Tia flies,
her wings
opaque but strong -
And gleefully
she joins her friends
in their
joyous Angel Song...
