Today being All Soul's Day, I figure I would put up this poem that I've had for a while. I never really understood why I wrote it until now. There are things we don't really understand at the time why we do them, but we know somewhere deep inside that in the grand scheme of things, they will have a bigger purpose later on.
That's where this poem comes in. Now if my internet hadn't gone out a couple of days ago, I would have completely forgotten I had t his poem. By the time I would have posted it wouldn't have had the same effect as it might have right now.
For those of you who know me beyond this blog and know sort of my backstory of my life, you know that it's been sometime since I lost my little brother. He was the only sibbling that actually looked up to me since my sisters were very much older by the time I was born. I was sort of the last one that my parents actually planned on. Then Alex showed up. There was lots of drama during that part of my life which I won't get into, but the point that I'm trying to make is that he's gone. I often wonder why it was I never actually mourned for him like I have for others who left my life. I loved him unconditionally and to this day I miss him very much and wonder what he would have become if he hadn't died so early in his life. Maybe I knew that in the grand scheme of things he would be going to a place that I wouldn't have to be sad about. I should be happy.
For the most part, death makes us realize things that we don't fully understand until we realize the person who's gone no longer has the time to figure it out. They're going to find out up close and personal. That is, if there actually is a Heaven or Hell, but we'll save that for another blog.
For now, I leave you with this work long lost in the Archangel Archives. I hope that after you read it, you find the same comfort that I did in knowing what we hope happens to us after a greater power than anything we know takes us off our journey though life.
Waiting
And here I sit.
Watching you from your window sile.
Being ever vigilant like the stars.
I'm watching you say your prayers by your bedside.
One for you,
one for your mother,
one for your father,
one for your sister,
one for me.
I can see your eyes in the moonlight.
The tears are forming.
You don't understand I'm right here.
I've never left.
I've kept my promise.
You wipe the tears from your eyes
and slip into the bed holding your angelic body.
Hours have passed and you've not yet closed your eyes.
There is no reason to stay up for me.
Leave the night to angels and demons.
This is no time for you.
Thought I lay somewhere with my eyes closed,
I can never pray, sleep, or dream again.
Turn to watch the moon.
See how it can fill the soul with things we cannot understand?
Remember how I told you to watch the moon if I slipped away?
I'm there.
I'm not that far away from it.
I'm not that far away from you.
By the light of the moon,your eyes become tired.
The sandman of your stories has come for you.
He sprikles his sleeping dust and calms the soul no angel would dare touch without my consent.
I rise from my perch like a bird of grace
and walk to your side.
I kneel like the knight I would have been to you and I here I will stay until morning.
No nightmare will hurt you, no fear of falling, no sense of loneliness.
I'm here with you.
Leave the night to angels and demons.
They have the night to carry out the business we cannot see and do not understand.Tonight, in this room, the night belongs to us.
Until next time.
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