Art : Irene Carranza
You’re the one whom has saved so many –
Young and old – ALL come to you for your
Guidance and healing graces
You’ve been blessed by the Universe yet still
Believe that you are so flawed.
So Helpless …
So Little …..
You never think about anyone but
The pain and emotions are sometimes too
Powerful and intense for even you to take in
Such is the plight of the powerful empath
I’ve known you forever – throughout this
Lifetime and countless others and so I know
That when you cry – you’re wounded – deeply –
Down to the very core of your soul ….
As I held you last night, you finally let go.
*I only cry alone in the rain * you said …
And so, a few hours ago,
as the Heavens made it rain for what seemed
Like hours in Dreamland, I held you -
and cried along with
Cold drops of rain fell on our
Tired bodies and soothed us
As I thanked you for allowing me to
Share this moment with you …
As you looked at me – words were not
Our soul contracts had been drawn before since
Before The beginnings of Time –
Such is the Power of Love and understanding…..
In the distance, the little boy ran.
He had golden hair and a radiant smile.
You commented on he looks like the Little Prince …..
Along him was your friend – well – strong as ever – and running everywhere –
Chasing that red ball the he always carries in his pocket …..
From afar he stopped – looked at us and waved …
He then sauntered off, giggling away ….
So You see,
When she sleeps on Earth , she is already here –
in Spirit World …..
She’s waiting for you to come home –
And to accompany her on her final Earth journey …
As you pet her for one last time – and falls asleep upon your lap
you’ll now be
in knowing that the little blonde boy is
With her – and that she makes him smile as he chases after her.
As she brings him back that red ball….
As she wags her tail in anticipation of things to come ….
So let go, Soulmate ….
For you have cried enough for now ….
Our Journeys are to help us Live
And yes – sometimes let go of the ones that we Love….
I’ve got you – I’ll hold your hand
As time, slowly turns to sand ….