Thursday, February 14, 2008

Ena

What shall we
do?
Where shall we
begin?

I think of things now and feel
uncomfortable
in my skin.

My sissy. Ena.

I don't like to think of you as a person
I met. That implies that at some point
You were a stranger, and
That word looks ridiculous on you
Like Autumn would on June.
Although, you're the closest thing to both
I've ever known!

Come to me and sit closer and
Cherish those pictures, those
Moments.
Everyone had such a wonderful
Time. Except for Time of course,
He left too early to enjoy himself much.

You
were more like that summer, a sort of
Season or weather that came by and
Tempered me.
At first you were
Winter. I thought I might know why, so

I
Loved you anyways. I never imagined
Such a thaw, such a metamorphosis.
By all things glorious in Nature,
I only saw your eyes!
Why, I saw spring!
Just look, you'll see;
They're nearly the same thing.

Then Time decided to stop by again,
And make an apearence, just to say
"Goodbye."

I couldn't have thought of a more appropriate beginning.

And when I found out,
All those months and months later, that you were just about to
die. That's when I remembered.
I watched someone save you, I could have sworn it was an
Angel, but I don't like to swear.

Ena, you live. And that's enough evidence of a
miracle
for me.

My sissy. Ena.

What shall we
do?
Where shall we
begin?

My oh my, I smile with a tear
to think you'll never
be the same again!

Somebody Intervened.

And He'll never leave you.
No, through thick and thin,
He'll be there to make you
laugh!
Again!

When I am so very far,
May my prayers be your friends.

(This is for you Ena;
if you haven't seen this
http://www.twloha.org/, you will not
believe this. But it's for you now!
Go, laugh, be free, worship Him!
Your love for Him will keep you
Obedient.
Your Faith in prayer and seeking
will destroy all evil planned
Against you.
Go, find someone like who
you were, and
"Write LOVE on his or her arm."
Be who Christ was through me to you,
for them.)

3 comments:

Janie Kamenar said...

I don't like to think of you as a person
I met. That implies that at some point
You were a stranger, and
That word looks ridiculous on you.

That is brilliant; like some indie song. In fact, this post would make an awesome song..

Soren Stevens said...

:)

I think I might just do that. Ena is worth it.

Anonymous said...

BEautiful. :)

 
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