Rest In Peace
A woman in her heart is longing for a home.
Carrying her child they begin to roam.
Weary from travel and no place to go,
The steps of a simple building offer shelter from the cold.
Upon her approach, in an attempt to take a break,
The door is opened with exuberant praise.
“Come in, come in,” an invitation so abrupt,
As her child is whisked away because it seems a must.
With that weight now lifted, she can confidently sigh . . .
“My child is okay and so am I.”
Initially timid she ceases to walk,
But a gentle whisper and a tender touch,
Guide her to a chair where her worries may halt.
She listens very close to the words that are spoken
And senses in her spirit that something is broken.
A radiant surge of power from head to toe
There, in that one spot, she froze.
Her soul, now at peace, rested from every woe.
— Wendolynn L. Allen