Life Beyond Lupus

At the age of 19 I sat on the shores of that beautiful lake,

Throwing stones alone...

Thinking,  "What am I going to do with the rest of my life?"

And the answer was loud and clear in my mind's ear...

So real that I felt my guardian angel near

Confiding to me

as one old friend to another.

"Your life is one long journey

sometimes to be loved,

and sometimes to be the loving."

**********

Dear angel,

How many times have I failed?

How many times did I reject the love given?

How many times did I avoid giving the love that needed to be shared?

How many times may I be forgiven

Before I lose all, and no one cares?

******

She whispered to me in the dreams of the young,

and I lost her voice through all the wrong I have done.

To love and be loved was her message to me,

whispered like a lullabye on the shores of the sea.

And emptied now of all the worries I had laden down.

Free to fly,

 or swim,

in a sea of love,

to help others who may drown.

She told me,

"A tree is just a tree,

A life is just a life.

You are just  a woman,

A sister, mother, and 

some day you will be a wife."

*****

Now I say...

I will spend the rest of my life

Loving freely through tears and scorn,

loving freely even where no hope can be borne,

loving freely at death's door,

loving freely when people love me no more...

and when I pass this world through death,

I will be waiting to hear my angel's breath

sing that lullabye one last time to me

by the shores of an eternal sea,

"Did you receive love, was love freely given?"

I will whisper, " Yes dear angel."

and, hopefully, be greeted into heaven.

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• #1 Comment from magogos 
  5/30/08 7:36 PM | Permalink

  Thank you. I am still around, reading some but not commenting much. I am amazed at all you do- your giving and your art. Margo