The Warming

a poem by Elaine E. Howie

It is so cold in here
I must be dead I fear
The silence so strong
Wandering what I did wrong

I search the sky
As I float up high
I try to wake myself
I just don’t have the strength left

Wait they are singing
Some one is praying
Some one is crying
With this warming I know I am dying

So this is how it feels
Warmth all the way around my heels
Are my eyes close now?
I need to see somehow

It all comes towards me the light
Awwww the angels what a site
I wish you were here with me
I could show you the warming see

I would walk this walk a thousand times
And never let my feet touch the ground
Yes swept away without my friends
Knowing I would be waiting for them at
The other end