To Aunty

Make sure God blesses her, Aaron.
Take one step at a time, Aunty.
Feel his spirit ignite your heart
into emotional outbursts.
Notice his freedom came after death.
He didn’t die. He lived again.
He’s seen our Creator; his Creator.
Feel bright billowy grass bury
your petite feet into ground comfort.
Rest there in a magical garden
where you are cooled
with kaleidoscope clouds, a refreshed
breeze brushes your brow,
your tired fingers too.
Drop to your knees, lean
back and lie in wait as a buttery
sun melts green eyes
into a relaxed pose. Heartbeat
of the earth pumps rest,
then life
into your free body, no,
it’s not your heart
to beat into the earth.
It is hers and the God
who formed you both. Hard
ground from which The Potter
cast you; or could it be His
knocking, tapping. Talking.

Dear child, I am here. Dry
your worldly wings fly
free of cringing worry.
Let the mountains say,
You are here now, stay
as long as you want. Your son
will see you when you live
again, but for now, landscape
with Nature. Escape. Nothing
can harm you.
Enter this world until
your spirit is free, for now
take control of your life. Rest
now until you live again in the arms
of your son. I love you.

P.S. Aunty, it is okay to enter your kind world
and if you think people think you are crazy,
forget the world and God
will lift you in flight through skies'
crisp air. And I am always here.