She closed her eyes and welcomed sleep - |
THE VISITOR She lived alone up on the hill And most days were not bad; She mowed the lawn, planted flowers And was hardly ever very sad. Years went by and old she grew Her life was almost gone - Yet she'd get up every morning To listen to the birds song. Her children told her she should move; She couldn't handle it all now! They didn't have the time to share In the work there, anyhow. She closed her eyes and welcomed sleep She knew they were making a plan To have her move away from there, And this she did not understand. A nursing home might be the key To making sure she was all right; They often worried about her Being alone up there at night. She had collected many things Over the years of her life - What to do with all that stuff Was causing them some strife! What to do with her treasures? Some might sell, of course! She probably will leave debt behind And cause us all remorse - While they sat and talked about it She still sat up there alone - Wondering why they didn't call Or sometimes stop back home. The neighbors would go by and wave But they were busy with their work; No one stopped in to smell the flowers 'Twas a chore they all would shirk. One night she got her Bible down To read just a verse or two - She heard a knock upon the door Then twice more, she wondered who? She tried to get up from the chair To answer the knock at the door But found she couldn't make it - And collapsed upon the floor. Bathed in a brilliant golden light He stood before her there - Reached down, took her hand in His And she was freed from care. In the little cemetery they Placed flowers by her stone - And the inscription there Simply said "I have gone home" Now the little house upon the hill Stands silent in the night, Yet sometimes gets a visitor For some have seen her light... ** Image ID #510525 Unavailable ** |