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