The story is one, like many, in
the sense that it is hard to believe.
Someone new comes into my life,
presents her thoughts, dreams and poetic art.
Tells me how she would like to use it in
the oncoming days to inspire, challenge and affect lives.
After a while she leaves.
Her spirit is about me as I watch her walk away.
Somehow a little jealousy touches me
because she is such a beautiful person.
I look at her drawings, masterful renditions and
I think I am treading with angels.
The light feeling of envy leaves me.
I have been honored by her and
my being is filled with excitement.
Her ideas are immense and filled with possibilities.
I have been blessed.
Where has this wonderful person been?
Out of the blue, like a vision,
she appears to me.
I think of Cherubim and Seraphim and
am lifted to a new height.
I am full of anticipation and
consider all of the new potentials
her exhibition has brought.
I would never see her again.
My soul doth weep.
She suffers an untimely death.
An aneurism bursts in her brain and
the angels have taken her away.
My life will go on, but it will never be the same.
I know that being with her for just
the brief period has made me a better person.
I am fractured now, but will mend. My work will continue.
There are things to do and as I proceed
I will be talking with her,
knowing that she is standing by,
an angel in her own right.
Stansberry McKricken
November 30, 2015^
Steve Haarman 