It’s Sunday! Time to kick back, relax, and look for messages.
This Tuesday it will be three years since my sister, Lisa, passed away. I was looking at some pictures of her and reading some of the poems I wrote after she passed. I was reminded of the messages she sent me during my time of grieving her so I wrote another poem about that.
THE MESSAGE
A hot day and the wind very still
Hoping to cool off in the shade
Sitting on a bench under a tree
Heads bowed while the pastor prayed
A combination of sweat and tears
Rolling down the cheeks on my face
I look over and you’re sitting next to me
We’re preparing your resting place
I was dazed and full of grief
When it came out of nowhere
The strongest and longest breeze
Blowing right through my hair
I lifted up my chin and closed my eyes
I smiled because it was then I knew
I soaked it all in and just received
The message that was coming from you
©LeeAnn Johnston/Animals Are Feeling Beings