In this life, I was a whisper,
floating freely on the wind
Present when the moon was rising;
resting when the night would end
I would voyage throughout the valleys
and across the earthen seas
On a mission that was certain
to put many minds at ease.

From a windowsill, I traveled
on a predetermined course
That would bring me to my purpose,
set before a higher force
One could say I was the angel
for a soul in need of prayer
Though, I was merely an outlet
for someone needing God's Care.

When each message was delivered,
I continued ‘cross the sky
To the next soul who was waiting
for a Heavenly reply
Yes, indeed; I stayed quite busy
in my time as Heaven’s page
But, I sent the prayers of many...
one by one, despite their age.

Many times, I found great hardship
in the tasks that I called mine
As some pleas could not be answered;
thus those prayers were oft declined
This left me to sit at daybreak
on the windowsill and cry
For the souls without conviction
left to stop and wonder why.

In this life, I was a whisper,
floating freely on the wind
Always thinking of tomorrow;
never looking toward the end
Though, I cannot live forever
and this much I always knew
 It has been the greatest privilege
to have spent this time with you.

I hope you will like my Father;
you may speak with Him, indeed
He will take care of your burdens
in your time of greatest need
I will think of you, each evening;
I will wait here for your call
While I rest here, always knowing,
you did not need me at all.
 

Every message that I carried,
I took to my Father’s Door
In the manner I am certain
that you could have done before
As I leave you now, this morning,
if you weep for my goodbye
You may carry on my mission,
through your prayers across the sky.

© 2006 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection