Heaven makes us wait, Our deeds recorded in life, Guardian Angels Mark us with love, but humans Are often consumed with hate.

Tracks made in the snow Distinct. Wind sweeps it away. Clouds curtain the light The shadows deepen until Sun warms my face and shoulders.

My mare was running. Leading the herd towards me Like life could not wait Yet, they live in the moment I forget the pain I feel.  

Can you hear the bells ring so loud and clear? Heralding anticipation. Ghost of the past hover near called back to us this time each year.