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Sweet Visitor
Sweet Visitor
Here I lay in my bed tonight.
Listening to the sounds of the night.
I lay here thinking of you,
and what it will be like to hold you.
Your so much alive, I can feel you growing inside.
I gently rub my stomache and talk softly to you.
I tell you how much I love you,
even though I have never seen you.
You are my baby, a small helpless
angel thats growing inside me everyday.

I close my eyes, and see visions of you.
How much you will change my life
when I give birth to you.
Each time I see visions of you,
I begin to cry....
I feel something very sad inside.
I feel as though something bad
is going to happen to you.
Oh, God, Please, don't let it happen,
not to my little angel, I softly
cry with tears flowing from my eyes.

Gently sleep does fall upon me,
and I begin to dream.
I feel something dark,
something cold comming to me.
Oh I have to stop it,
this cannot be...
I begin to fight with these
dark, cold emotions.
When suddenly they disappear.

I feel a presence near.
I open my eyes.
I believe I am awake.
This soft glowing white light,
is shining from the corner,
by the window in my room.
I turn my eyes,
and see you there.
Suddenly I get scared.
With a gasp, and a deep breath,
I look into your eyes,
and ask, is this about my baby?

You say softly to me...
"Fear not, I am shalom."
Suddenly, I no longer fear.
now you are here.
I feel this wonderful feeling
this feeling I've never
experienced before...its so
loving and warm, like being
held in the arms of
unconditional and true love.
Oh, this feeling of peace
its embracing my soul so deep
I take another deep breath,
all my worries, and fears,
vanish from my mind, and soul.
Oh how wonderful this is to feel.

I look at you,
your like a vision, an angel?
You have no wings that I can see.
How can you really be?
Your garment is white
with a golden shawl type wrap.
I see no feet on you,
your floating above my floor.
Oh you cannot be real,
but somehow, very real this does feel.

I lay down again,
begin to rub my stomache softly.
I whisper softly to you, my angel,
I have nothing to fear any more,
I know you and I will be fine.
Gently the tears flow from my eyes,
slowly running down my cheeks.
Sleep yet again has come.
When I awake,
will I know what I have done?
I spoke with an Angel.

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