The Meadow

The early morning sun begins to break through the leaves that line the golden meadow in which I stand.
I feel the warmth of the morning sun on my face as the forest around me begins to come to life.
I look down to see the tall grass rustling about my legs, as a breeze carries the scent of the morning dew across the meadow.
The cool air brushes against my skin, raising the slightest goose bumps across my entire body.
As I breathe in the crisp morning air my eyes become heavy and begin to close.
An emotion like nothing I have felt before comes over me.
What comes over me I can not described with mere words.
For I beilieve my soul has just been touched by an angel.
And how does one describe the touch of something that comes from the hand of god.
I soon notice that I am kneeling amongst tall golden grass weeping into the palms of my hands.
But be sure, I weep not from sadness, but from a joy that has never penetrated so deeply into my body.
For all the darkness that has shrouded my soul, and slowly destroyed all the happiness of my life is beginning to fade into nothing more than a rustle blowing through the golden meadow grass.
Kneeling there within god's great creation I begin to feel whole inside.
My broken mind being mended by a miracle I cannot explain, nor deny.
It is the first time in my memory I don't feel the sadness and pain that has followed me through out life.
The fleeting touch of an angel has given me the beginning of a life I only dreamt about.
I finally feel the peace within me that I never thought would come.
Still kneeling amongst the grass I wipe the tears from below my eyes and give my thanks.
I thank the angel that touched my soul and saved my life.
And I thank the god that gave me a second chance to live.