The Weary Soul

Caught between heaven and earth; roaming the country side.

She knew not that the body where her soul resided had cessed to be.

She remembered the cold, cold water surrounding her car and the lightening strike just before.

She had risen to the top of the dark and murky lake.

Her lungs sucking and gasping the gray misty air.

The scene replayed night after night and she would sit on the bank and wait.

But no ambulance came; not even a car to take her to a place to warm the chill of her bones.

Headlights streaming down the road; she would stand in the lighted path.

Horror and wonderment as the car passed through her; as if she wasn't there.

Day after day she flagged every car that went by.

Adults blinded to her presence as the children would point and stare.

Then one day a single red rose was laid on the bank where she sit.

Her Lover would sit beside her and cry.

Her touch he would not feel.

Her voice he would not hear.

His prayer that she be blessed in heaven would be such a surprise.

She had walked this road so many years.

No rest or peace she found.

Her spirit broken and tortured; confusion had ruled each day.

There are no dreams for a broken soul that never sleeps.

As she looked up, a golden hand beckoned her to fly,

She touched the hand and transported to the love and peace she had longed.

Surrounded by Angels, family and friends; she knew had died years ago.

It was then she realized she hadn't survived and she had walked the earth searching help.

No rest or sleep for her weary soul had she found.

Now showered with love and the Light of healing; she closed her eyes to sleep.