Walking along a sandy wooded trail,
late summer sunshine her only companion,
offers no assistance in carrying the
immense weight of sadness upon her shoulders.
Passing by an open meadow, as she has
many times in previous months,
today is different.
She feels an unexplainable yearning.
The meadow seems to whisper to her.
The forest's surroundings, her only comfort,
she hesitates, intimidated
by the open airy space.
Taking a deep breath, she wanders in.
Her floral sundress leaves her legs uncovered,
thin blades of overgrown grass itch her skin,
as it sways in the soft breeze.
Thoughts of grief become overwhelming,
she falls to her knees. Inauspicious clouds
obscure the warmth of the sun's smile.
She feels cold, not from the darkening above, but,
from emptiness. She looks up into the once
content sky, now frowning with ashen face.
She begins to cry.
Tears streaming in a torrent of despair,
the sky opens to her, pouring down
its own sorrow. Heaven's tears blend
with her own, becoming one of the same.
She feels the rain cascading down her face,
tickling her cheeks. Her clothing drenched,
clinging tightly to her delicate frame.
It is a comforting feeling, like the heavens
are holding her tightly in its arms.
Strengthened by this sensation,
she rises to her feet, wiping tears
from her weary eyes.
The rain dissipates, brisk wind pushes away
the anguish filled clouds, allowing
warm rays of healing. She feels this first,
upon her face, swiftly encompassing
her entire existance. She feels different inside.
A sense of calmness, an inner peace. Now aware
that his presence has never really left her.
Even in death, he holds her heart and soul
in his loving hands.
She no longer feels alone.