I emailed you today for an appointment, but you did not respond. I have been watching you from a distance but was too afraid to speak. I have asked other providers about you and they say, "What are you waiting for?" I have heard the beautiful sentiments from your lover's statement to you on your blog. Where are you, dear lady? It feels like you're still here. This is what I emailed to you:

Seeking a beautiful woman and friend who will open her angel arms to me when I arrive in Heaven.

No donation could ever be enough for you, my dear, nor has friendship ever required a donation. You are priceless and unique. I wish I could kiss those soft lips and tell you everything is alright with your boyfriend, your family, your admirers. But they are suffering just not being able to see you again. I know that you are looking down on them and protecting them, and who better for the job? I can see you reading your emails on a cloud far, far above and carefully responding to each through our dreams and interpretations.

I know you are entertaining those who await to seek asylum in Heaven with your one or two-liners. You put them at ease and strengthen their souls with your humor and sensitivity. You are the unforgettable Jester in God's court, making new friends as we go on about our daily lives on planet Earth.

Every time I feel the breeze brush past my shoulders . . every time I hear the birds sing in unison . . every time I hear the hushing of a baby's cry . . every time I hear a bell ring, I know you will have earned your wings.

Wink!


Hugs & love,
Ciara of Phoenix
oxoxoxoxoxoxox

-- Modified on 8/20/2007 6:53:45 PM