The Water

Like a tired eyelid was your deep last thought, or like an eye of water being darkened by a shadowing cloud. Like a tear and a stargazer, Lily smelled your gaze. Like sadness and longing your last smile longed for love. You were my love embracing. Between me and Jesus, only you were my awakening, while you were in leaving to be with Him through a last prayer. I followed you on the Way of Love as a prayer. God started to send His rain of grief from His heaven inside us. I was able to see you in that Light. How beautiful you were in that sense of life. He allowed me to hope this love would never end. I woke up alone. The rain was beating against my window. Poem by Marieta Maglas