In the Night

When I listen in the night I can hear that familiar sound, Of footsteps in the distance. The soul of the departed, And the love of life. As I start to imagine, I see someone before me. My shutters swing open As a dove flies in. My door creeks like it used to. Someone, sitting in the middle of my room. She whispers; "I miss you," As she rises to her feet. She walks toward me And the light from the moon Pierces the shadows as her face becomes known. Christina, my sister. For hours she stood there, Just looking at me. So late in the night That I fell asleep. I wake the next morning. She was no where to be found. I pray; "For Holy Body and Holy Soul, I would give my life to hold." 09/17/1999