Bluebells

It was that time in summer when life within had died,
Nothing in life had meaning as she sat alone and cried.
Everything gone, nothing left but despair,
Lonely days, lonely nights and lots of prayer.

The heart wrung out, thoughts that made no sense,
A lifetime of memories that had been spent.
But then the bluebells bloomed, their strength and beauty to share,
The air was filled with music, floating everywhere.

Quietly as the winds blows he was at her side,
Where did he come from, was he to be her pride?
Had God sent him to her on the wings of a dove,
Will she walk close beside him, will there be love?

Will they share the sunlight, fallen leaves and winter snow,
As along life’s journey they will softly go?
Only God in his precious love can guide and protect her way,
Through the fields of dancing blue bells as they gently dance and sway.