| Isolated remnants of times golden what seemed mundane -- now flawless and pure I see perfection in things once unnoticed I feel glory in the midst of pain Truth and reality cut jagged and uneven across my heart But then an angel whispers and I remind myself that I am still to learn... The longing is horribly deep but honest sometimes it is such, so that I don't dare to bare it in its' entirety for fear that once understood, the remnants might disappear But then an angel whispers and I hold onto the moment I let myself feel it; suffer it and I remind myself that I am still to learn... Fill my awareness with HIM pair memories golden with the truth you now behold Hayden: when you whisper in my ear, help me with that edge of pain my tightened fists can't begin to dissolve enlighten my human form whisper and remind me of what it is that I am still to learn... I've begun to hear you Teach me...how to LISTEN Your eternal friend and companion, Erin |
| This was written to me from a very dear friend of mine. We lived together while living in Montana during my pregnancy with Hayden. We became very close and I am so thankful for her. Thank you Erin! |
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