They Call It A Gift When I was a girl oh so many years ago, people came to me that only I could see. “Why do you talk to yourself?” family would say. “I’m not Mama, this is my friend. She has come to play.” Snatched up by the arm and whipped with a switch “I’m not lying, I see her!” They call it a gift Through the years the people would come and go. I kept it a secret so no one would know. As I grew older I began to comprehend that they were not living but their life here did not end. If a life is cut short and their dying was swift sometimes the souls get stuck here, but why can I see them? They call it a gift. Through the struggles of life my spirit had gone astray. My heart grew heavy and I even felt dead in some way. Gone were the people that only I could see. I thought it a blessing and I was finally free. Then Creator found my wandering the earth and said “My child you are special and your life here has worth” He showed me the Red Path and my spirit grew strong Then came the people to help me along Some became Spirit Guides I asked why I see them They call it a gift Then came a sweet man that no one could see Who sat in a rocking chair, in my yard under a tree In time we became friends and he confided in me. “Years ago on this very spot; my lady and I swore that even in death we would not part. The one who dies first would come here and wait. So we could walk holding hands through Heaven’s Pearl gates” This was the sweetest thing that I ever heard My eyes filled with tears and my vision was blurred. He ask how I could see him with his spirit adrift I told him “They call it a gift” I had to move from the place where he first came to me But part of my family sweet man would be. He asked me “Can I come with you or am I stuck?” I said to my friend “Get in the truck” Days pass to weeks and weeks in to months I take him back to the place where we met To see if his lady has made it there yet Hope is insidious It makes us believe When hope dies it’s like a disease Last night I heard crying when I got in my car As their meeting spot wasn’t that far There sat the sweet man who spoke of the Tree Tears in his eyes he says “She’s not coming, is she?” My heart broke to pieces for my friend from beyond I feel his emotion because of our bond It feels like a knife, cutting and swift Please, someone tell me why They call it a gift? By: Rebecca Cook, Raven Two Spirits
Posted on: Tue, 13 Aug 2013 06:08:34 +0000
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