BRIGHT MESSENGERS

On a night like most, near the end of the day,
When tiresome bones and muscles fatigue,
I found it hard to close my eyes,
But why should it be, that I couldn't sleep?

I stared out the window, at the starlit sky,
While the curtains roused, from a passing breeze,
When I pulled the covers up over my head,
A frightening noise had entered my mind.

And as that noise had finally settled,
Curiosity seemed to lower the covers,
And when a light emerged from the dark,
A blinding intensity filled the room.

I sat up to focus on what was before me,
A figure, whose robe was enlaced with gold seams,
Immersed in the light, he started before me,
While at the same time, my eyes I would shade.

He smiled in his halt, and said do not fear,
For I am but one of many messengers,
And it is this reason I beckon your presence,
To deliver a message that's come from afar.

Amazed at it all, the sight of this being,
I needed to know the validity occurring,
I pinched and slapped, till my face would ache,
And wouldn't you know, there was that same smile.

In eager anticipation for the words he would flow,
I relaxed, and reached for my glass of water,
And after taking a sip, I sat it down again,
And gestured for him to speak forthwith:

We want you to know how safe we are,
In a peaceful land, of many lovely wonders,
You wouldn't believe how happy it is,
Like dreaming in a dream, but it never ends.

We arrived in this small house, so perfect it is,
And this has been our home ever since we left,
And when you step out on the front porch,
Oh my, how you can see miles and miles around.

I built a swing the other day, here upon the porch,
It's made out of wood, and you would laugh at my skill,
But little Emily seems to like it, I made it for her,
She pretends she's a butterfly when she swings her highest.

She likes when we go to the waterfalls to fill up our supply,
Rainbows literally dance among the falls. But the falls,
In themselves, they are quite a marvel to admire,
They fall from thin air, and meet as one, in the River of Life.

It's funny how when the night falls, all I think of is you,
Of how I used to lie in your arms, and be absent of fear,
The silence we shared in each heartfelt embrace,
That is what I miss the most, and what I most cherished.

Our time together on Earth was short-lived, my love,
But I want you to know, you will never be forgotten,
Just remember, everything happens for a reason,
And no matter what the reason, memories last forever.

Your daughter loves to play with the animals,
It's a wee bit farm, and the animals adore her,
We grow all sorts of fruits and vegetables,
And sweetness fills the air like nature's incense.

Honey, I want you to live life to its fullest,
Shortcomings will come at times,
But don't let them ever get you down,
Keep your head up, and enjoy it while you can.

If by chance you have fallen in love again,
And if by chance you have now a new family,
Please know we wish you the best, and smile for you,
As we will keep you locked in our hearts forever.

I only wish I knew what to tell little Emily,
When she asks when will daddy come home,
When will he pick me up and twirl me around,
When will he kiss me and hug me like before.

If by some misfortune, you never settle down again,
And you find yourself marveled, at the timeless waterfalls,
Follow their merge down the River of Life,
And that's where you'll find our love...yours, in Heaven...Lillian.


The messenger felt my pain and suffering,
He knew the last two months had been torture for me,
Countless nights I cried and begged forgiveness,
But there was nothing that could bring them back.

It was a late evening driving home from the park,
The rain was falling hard, visibility very limited,
The coming intersection had lost its power and lights,
We never made it cross that intersection that night.

Messenger, I said to him, please deliver this message:
I know, sweetheart, how lonely you and Emily must feel,
How I wish to be there, to be with the ones I love the most,
To hold you both, and this time never let you go.

The small cozy house with the wooden swing,
The endless fields that go miles and miles,
The rainbows that dance among the falls,
I'll be there soon to share it all.


T. Collins...05-19-04