Angels And Crosses

Soft thin clouds tore like gauze across the morning’s sky.

I sat alone in the early lights chill and watched the sun slowly climb.

I sat at her feet; the lady at the cross by the place where Leah sleeps.

There was a small rustle of birds; other than that in this place the silence keeps.

As I sat there by Leah’s side, I spoke in small hushed tones and softly cried.

Light drops of rain began to fall from the gauzy crepe clouds above.

I moved not to shelter but rather chose to think they were Leah’s tears of love.

I began to tell her like I have so many times in our life together before.

I told her not to cry for me, but rather rejoice and be glad before the Lord.

I then looked skyward into the clouds and the misting white rain.

I smiled a half smile and said, “Leah, though I lost you, an Angel heaven did gain.

The rain then stopped and diffused amber rays of the sun began to appear.

I looked at the lady clinging to the cross; I looked at the damp soil and knew.

I took my finger and in gentle swirls spelled out in the mud…Leah, I love you.

J. Allen Wilson © 10/11/08