Lessons of Spirit
In memory of HEATHER SHILO 5/1/97 – 4/27/06
Michelle Reynolds Golda
I can find you here.
In the silence, if I listen.
We would walk here often.
You were always by my side.
One with me in thought,
You were full of love and pride.
I was always in a hurry, briskly I would walk.
You’d stop me in mid canter.
I’d pull you right along.
I would refuse to listen,
Not hearing your love song.
You called me here today.
Today I choose to listen.
For the loss of your spirit,
Leaves me with an empty heart;
Empty like an abyss, void of life, at your depart.
You called me here today;
Back to this familiar place where we could meet.
You are asking me to feel;
The softness of the sand and ground beneath my feet,
To smell the richness of the soil, the crisp sweet salty air;
You ask I set you free to explore the wonders dwelling there.
Yesterday, I silenced restricting pain placed upon your soul.
Today, I chose to walk and run with you, to let my life unfold.
I feel the gentle breeze like your breath warm upon my face,
In the melody of the birds I hear you speak your silent grace.
The time had come my lesson learned.
It was time for you to pass.
Unselfishly you loved me with a spirit so un-daunting,
If only to bring me home, to myself at last.
Today I walk my Heather, but not with leash in hand.
Today I know I walk not alone, I be a wiser woman.
Copyright 2007
