Bethany Bakersfield

I walk through

the tall

corn field.

The sky is 

so clear,

so blue.

Clouds 

puffy and 

sprinkled

through the

sky like cotton.

I feel

close to God.

I walk through 

the thickness

but feel

so protected.

Protected by

nature.

As I walk

I hear the

whispers

of the past.

Not mine.

The voices 

I hear

are from the past.

The people

who lived 

here.

The others

before me

that walked 

through this

field.

I can

hear their

laughter

and tears.

As I exit

the corn field,

I feel

a strong wind

pickup.

I hear a little

voice whisper,

Dont go.

I am not scared,

but maybe I

should be.

I say

out loud to myself,

OK.

But just for 

awhile.

I go deeper

into the field 

and as I walk 

through to

the other

side,

I find a path.

A sweet path.

I take the path,

being lead

by someone,

or something. 

as I get to a 

little bridge,

I stop.

I look to 

the left and

find a 

cemetery, that 

looks very old.

I walk inside.

It has about 6 gravestones.

Some you could

not even 

read.

Weathered.

I looked 

down and 

all I could 

read was 

Bethany Bakersfield

" Do not Go my Angel".

I sat for awhile.

The wind

was so sweet

and calm.

All I smelled

was honeysuckle.

I started 

back.

As I cut through

the thickness

of the corn field,

I felt so sad.

Not knowing 

why, I just

started 

crying.

softly.

Maybe it

was because

I felt like

I had

been here before.

Maybe its

because

I knew 

the story

and did not

want to

remember it.

As I got to 

the edge, I 

stopped.

Something 

passed through

me.

So warm,

so sweet

and so 

familiar.

In a moment

I saw the

rest of my

life.

I saw the 

future,

It was 

so fast

that I almost

did not 

recognize myself.

In my future,

I felt great 

happiness

great growth

and then a 

great loss,

that made

me a better 

human being.

I heard 

a little whisper

that 

sounded

like a little

girl.

All she said

was,

live through my

breath.

I exited the

corn field

and for 

a moment

I thought

I might

pass out.

The heat

was 

unbearable.

The breeze was

gone.

My knees 

buckled.

God,

What was

that?

I gathered

myself

and walked 

back to my car.

On this

day July 6, 2014

I met Bethany Bakersfeild.

Believe

me or

not.

I saw

the future.

I saw the

past and I

can not

explain it.

All I can say

is 

I will live

through her 

breath,

I will live

through Gods

breath.

and I 

will live 

through

mine.