A NEW LIFE - ON THE LAST DAY OF SUMMER.. Joanna Svensson

THE 22:ND OF SEPTEMBER!

Years ago, when summer
Was about to end
I felt so intensely and strongly
That the time was getting near

The time I had awaited
For oh, so many days
The time that bore
The fruit of love
I felt so blessed and healed
By everything around

The sun flowers of days
Of days of late summer
Whispered every morning
That it will be a be a beautiful
Beautiful late summer's day
The day that the new life arrives

Shy little dragonflies
Of that late summers day
Were dancing pirouettes
On the glassy surface
Of the tiny little brook

Even Uncle September
With his hat with the widest brim
Often came to visit
Sitting on the bench
In our shady little garden
Making notes on invisible paper
Written in invisible ink
Telling that a miracle
Was about to take place

Early in the morning
On that last summer's day
All was prepared
For the miracle to take place

A New life was to begin
With no predicted time
This was about to be
A great big harvest fiest

Everything was prepared
All in perfect time
The Apple-trees of utmost splendor
Had offered their sunriped fruit

The Dog-Rose bush
Came all dressed up
In a dark green coat
All emerald and juicy
Shaped by fullgrown verdure
With ornaments of coralred pearls

The sun flowers had decided
To stand guard at the garden gates
I saw them there already
On the night before at sunset
Confering with each other
Trimning their splendid, colorful clothes

I just knew that it would be
Such a very special day
When the life I bore inside of me
The first of two blessed lives
Was about to enter
To be welcomed into this world

I prayed and I felt the blessing
Sweep me in its veil so soft
Sweep me in its gentle bossom
And kiss me with prosperity
I sensed myself
Standing on a meadow
Filled with moisty
Morning dew
Reaching hands in the air
Towards heaven - praying that
It would all
Turn out well

Then I saw
A glade in heaven
I saw it slowly
Open up
A Guardian angel
Was coming down to me
Saying it would walk beside
The newborn child for ever more

Years ago that magic summer
When the summer was about to end
Yes, on that very last day of summer
Praise the Lord for a life so blessed
That's when my first born son was born!

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