the darkness of the night enfolds you
trying to hide you in its’ shadows
as i see you there within its’ curtain
answering my call to come to me
covering me soft with angel’s wings
the nights wore on and you were there
calling you in a time of urgency
the night a cover with moonbeam light
revealing the many layers of your love
transcending time’s clockwork hands
now yours’ tenderly holding onto mine
touching my fevered face and brow
distance becoming a grain of sand
the night your warm embrace
© August 2015
Renee Espriu
During the many weeks of being ill and feeling as though I were alone I believed that my mother was there with me. Odd though it may seem death is not really a separation from those we love.
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Renee, a lovely poem.. and I agree death is not the end. or are we separate .. We are always joined by that cord of love… And all be it we are within different frequencies and dimensions that cord and our connections are never broken..
I am certain your Mom was with you and is around you when you feel her presence.. xxx Hugs Sue
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I really believe my mother is an angel now and when I was very ill asked her to be with me and there she was. Thank You!
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That is all we need do.. we are eternally linked via our Love vibration.. we are all only a thought away x
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such a comfort having somewhere there who cares for us when we’re ill – love can def. not be separated easily
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I believe she was there and that is how I managed to get through so many weeks from January until mid March. Thank you. 🙂
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A lovely connection — especially when needed most! Hope you are feeling better! xoxo ❤
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I am feeling much better and my house finally sold. Just waiting for receipt of final appraisal. Have found another place and will be glad when things settle down. Thank you for visiting! xoxo
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