Memories Where Angels Now Sleep
I stood alone in the garden; I walked where angels now sleep.
Gray skies whispered overhead; hearts forever to God keep.
Stone paths lay before me; broken by the tears of those who weep.
Eight miles; eight lonely weeks; oh but for the grace of God my soul too should flee.
Along this stone path that I now tread; soft memories now grow instead of flowers.
I kneel to the wet ground and pluck a few; I hold them to my heart for hours.
I am now dancing amidst the fallen leaves; laughing together in golden peace.
I smile and then I weep as the petals of those memories turn brown from unimaginable grief.
Oh but for the Grace of God…
I too should be numbered amongst the memories
that grow where angels now sleep.
J. Allen Wilson © 11/13/08
Memories Of Love