Silently Waiting
Will I always be here? I'm getting colder; waiting here alone. The warmth has fled. Life has turned her back and left me here. She said to me," You cannot stay here. No matter how hard you try you can never linger here. You must come with me and you haven't much time."
To which I replied," But can I please take him with me? I cannot bare to leave him behind?" Slowly she shook her head and reached for me. " Can I please stay just a little longer? Maybe he'll go with me."
She looked so sad. I thought she would weep. " My daughter he will not go with you. He has shunned me and in time he will be taken by my sister. Death is the one who awaits him now. You cannot bring him with you unless he desires to tread upon my path."
I pulled away. I wanted to scream in defiance. I wanted to weep. I wanted him.
" I cannot leave him mother. I love him. I will not leave his side."
She nodded although I saw the tears sliding down her cheeks. She turned to leave and I felt the warmth leave me. I felt my energy flowing freely from me. I was terrified.
She stopped and looked back at me for a moment. Her final words to me broke my heart and tear at my soul even now. Such foreboding words are these which I heard.
" You may never leave his side, but he has already left your's. You who would foresake me for his love...you are not even seen by him. He knows of you and comes to you only when he chooses, but he was never at your side. I hope for your sake that he does open his eyes, that the warmth does find him again, and that he will follow you back to me. My daughter I hope that you will find me again. I'm ... sorry"
Then she was gone. I'm still here, waiting for him. I am like a ghost. I am frozen and cold, yet I still have purpose. I stay at his side although most of the time he does not see me there. I protect him, I comfort him, I care for him, I make him smile.
I am the safest most loving place in the world for him. He has no difficulty finding me. It's when I try to move, when I try to guide him back to mother's path that he loses the way.
He still cannot open his eyes. The warmth still hasn't returned to him. He cannot see me, he cannot feel me. He cannot know, because he cannot sense it. He has lost his life and I left her to help him find her. If only he could see the path.
I'm so cold now. The warmth has fled and the path is faded. I can barely move.
Will I ever see her again?
Mother.....where are you? Your children have lost their way.
To which I replied," But can I please take him with me? I cannot bare to leave him behind?" Slowly she shook her head and reached for me. " Can I please stay just a little longer? Maybe he'll go with me."
She looked so sad. I thought she would weep. " My daughter he will not go with you. He has shunned me and in time he will be taken by my sister. Death is the one who awaits him now. You cannot bring him with you unless he desires to tread upon my path."
I pulled away. I wanted to scream in defiance. I wanted to weep. I wanted him.
" I cannot leave him mother. I love him. I will not leave his side."
She nodded although I saw the tears sliding down her cheeks. She turned to leave and I felt the warmth leave me. I felt my energy flowing freely from me. I was terrified.
She stopped and looked back at me for a moment. Her final words to me broke my heart and tear at my soul even now. Such foreboding words are these which I heard.
" You may never leave his side, but he has already left your's. You who would foresake me for his love...you are not even seen by him. He knows of you and comes to you only when he chooses, but he was never at your side. I hope for your sake that he does open his eyes, that the warmth does find him again, and that he will follow you back to me. My daughter I hope that you will find me again. I'm ... sorry"
Then she was gone. I'm still here, waiting for him. I am like a ghost. I am frozen and cold, yet I still have purpose. I stay at his side although most of the time he does not see me there. I protect him, I comfort him, I care for him, I make him smile.
I am the safest most loving place in the world for him. He has no difficulty finding me. It's when I try to move, when I try to guide him back to mother's path that he loses the way.
He still cannot open his eyes. The warmth still hasn't returned to him. He cannot see me, he cannot feel me. He cannot know, because he cannot sense it. He has lost his life and I left her to help him find her. If only he could see the path.
I'm so cold now. The warmth has fled and the path is faded. I can barely move.
Will I ever see her again?
Mother.....where are you? Your children have lost their way.