To My Beloved,
Many years ago you professed your love for me and told me you wanted to be with me forever. For the next several years we spent much time together, talking, laughing, singing.
But now, it seems you donít spend as much time with me. Each day I write you a letter. Sometimes you skim it quickly, and then check it off your ďList of Things To DoĒ and donít give it another thought. But so often, now, you donít even look at it. Youíre in the middle of something, youíll get to it later, you say.
You still talk to me often. You talk of the problems you are having, and tell me things youíd like which would make your life easier, you think. But you rarely take the time to listen to me.
Iíve painted you a special pictureóa glorious red and purple sunset. But you are busy cleaning in the bathroom and donít notice it. Later you complain of how much you have to do, and how tired you are. I offer to help, but you donít hear me.
I miss you. I think you miss me, too. Yesterday I saw you crying and saw how lonely and overworked you looked.
Iíll be here, waiting for you when you are ready. Weíll talk and Iíll tell you of many things. Iíll shoulder your burdens and you will have time to watch my sunset. And then you will sing again.