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Date Posted: 16:08:17 07/07/01 Sat
Author: Tirepoet
Author Host/IP: 207.212.113.88
Subject: They Came as Angels

They Came as Angels

In all my bitterness, all my defiance in Divine Will,
I couldn't reconcile myself to such waste, such sacrifice.
There was no abandonment to my grief, I was so overwhelmed
and did not make any effort to rise above it.
I refused to listen to anyone----
She was my all, my life, my wife.
Then my elderly babysitter, who had once heard all----
my childhood fears, and rocked me to sleep many a night
succeeded in persuading me to surmount my sorrow,
by means of reason----

I listened as she spoke in that old drawl of her's:
"You got to stop mournin' disaway. She, it grieve her to have you."

"My wife grieve! You talk as if she were alive!" I cried.

"Sure 'nuf, she alive. Angels am alive, ain't dey?
An' you know well's I do, dat's what she now, a angel.
Only dif'rence, she alive in dat beautiful heav'n up yonner,
'stead o' down here on dis sinful earth.
She waitin' for you up dere. Ain't she never done tol' you,
iffen she die de firstest, dat's what she do?"

I did not answer immediately, I could not.
I sat, with bent head and wet cheeks, thinking----
dwelling on the fact that she had said this.

"den ain't you never goin' do nothin' make her feel
you gettin' ready to join her? You ain't done nothin'----
since de funeral, 'ceptin' sit an' mourn an' weep an'
put de flowers on her grave." What she said was true.

I thought on the fact that my wife had said she believed
spirits came from heaven and returned there.
I said I believed this, too.
I felt a stirring of life within me again.
5-2-2000
Kirk(TIREPOET)

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