The Visit

As I was praying in my bed,
with thoughts & dreams planted in my head;
I felt someone draw near to me,
Tho' when I looked, no one could I see.
I closed my eyes to finish my prayer,
When a sweet voice said to me there;
"Dear Friend, I came to visit tonight,
To let you know I have finished the fight.
No longer do I suffer here,
There is no more pain, no more fear."

Then I sat up & looked around,
To not a sight nor a sound.
Yet, a sweet presence I could feel,
Tho' not tangible, it was real.
Who is this? Who could it be?
Coming in the night to me?
Then I felt the voice again;
"It is Judy, your email friend.
I couldn't leave without letting you know,
And the friends of the list I love so.
Please tell them that I am at rest,
And how my life, by them was blessed.
Now I must go to my ancestor's calls,
I am off to meet my brick walls."

Then she was gone, my tears did flow,
Sorrow and joy, I did know.
Our genealogy pal came to visit last night,
before to the stars, she took flight.
So I send her words on to you,
Just as she kindly asked me to.

~Bev Bishop~
4/22/2002