Ice and Needles

Something I wrote over a decade ago.

She walks to water’s edge
lowers her weeping head
why does she cry, for whom does she care?
Does she know his name, call out to him, does she dare
waves on the stream and leaves flow by
I should be there, listen to her cry.
Snow comes down now – lays to the side
wind speaks of love, tears break the tide
does she know she’s worth so much more
does she know for whom she cries for?
She’s reaching out to the water’s lip (cold wet)
ice and needles grab her back, not ready yet
Heaven’s close, silence scares
quiet prayer, adoration there
has she lived her life right
eyes closed tight
making wishes, begging saints
a voice far off, so faint
angels looking for her again
her world tilts, starts to spin
water so warm and light
“Carry me away in soft flight,”
no more problems no more fears
no more laughter no more tears

Matt Williamson
9.14.1994