Footprints of my Soul
(Dedicated to my mom and dad)
There have been days when I would wish on falling stars
And other days where I searched for that magical rainbow that would take me oh, so far
I have sat and watched oceans reaching out to the moon, and when it
approaches, and sinks into the water, what a magical view.
I have even seen the snow fall in the middle of July, and watched the flowers
in December begin to bloom, and I have seen the night so clear and swear I
could reach up and sit on the moon.
But even with all these magical wonderous things, I still search, for the
links to my past, searching, for something
Searching for someone to tell me where I came from and who I really am,
always searching for that one grain of sand.
That will show me what I have missed and give me what is in my heart that still is a midst.
I know deep within my heart, spirit and soul, that the faith I have grown to
rely on, will tell me which road to take, where to go, and with that faith in
mind the answers I search for, I will then finally know.
Sometimes, I can feel this sudden wind go by, and I swear I can hear my lost moms lullabies.
I can feel her heart and feel her tears, this wind is my guardian angel, Mom, Dad, both of them.
I was abducted at 4 months old, they died soon after, of broken hearts and broken souls.
When I feel the rain, I know it is my angels crying, I feel there tears fall,
as they too, fall from my own eyes.
Mom, dad your hearts and my heart are still joined they are one in the same,
and with each breath that I take it still whispers your names.
You are now up in heaven and I am still here, but we feel each others pain, and each others tears,
Separated we may be, but only by distance, we in our hearts are joined for eternity.
God, over the years has taught me a valuable lesson, that when you learn to open your heart and listen
That when you will surely begin to hear, and you will embrace their love,
feel their tears, and the past I can then let go of the one filled with so much pain, so much fear.
So to you both, mom and dad, I am ok today, so please don't be sad, and save
me a place up there where you are, and remember me when you see, that next shooting star.
How frequently it is, that out of what we call "Humanities Crowd"
Someone with a voice will step forward, will cross our paths with just a single look, sparks a remembered feeling, that grows deep inside, and we then hear not the laughter, we hear the cries.
And instead of reaching out to lend a hug, or a hand to hold, we turn around walk away, as though we don't know.
That right before us stood a human life in pain, and instead of reaching out we turned and walked away.
But we then wish we at least could have uttered
A secret phrase, a smile, something to hold them together.
We all wish for the secret to hold this world together, but remain, suspended in time, we respond just the same.
Until we can share an intimate moment, and let our feelings be shared, let what's in our hearts be known, we, our world, as it is today will never grow.
But yes the world it does turn so quickly, taking each of us our own ways, and that feeling of hope continues to wither away. That feeling of hope becomes a subtle sadness, which we try to cover up, and continue to join in the madness.
Have you ever wondered which hurts the most,
Saying something, and wishing you had not
Or not saying something and wishing you had?
My writings are a gift, which comes from deep within me, straight from my heart, soul, and spirit. They speak only of the truth, the real events in my life and those who have touched my life. Each word I share is a part of me and I share it with you openly and in faith that it will touch your life as it is meant to. I hope you feel the words, and they stay with you as they are intended to. Because I took this moment, to speak, and you took this moment to read about a part of me, a tiny part of me I will leave with you, and a little bit of you will stay with me. Read with your heart and the words will come alive.