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| The night was long, The tears were countless, "Why's" echoed throughout the tranquility of the night, constantly returning to me, unanswered. Defeat was written throughout my life. "Why?" I questioned, "Shall I never see a morning dawn, the horizon illuminated in radiant colors?" The dark hours fell gloomier... ...and gloomier. I gazed at the night sky, hoping a small star would, at least, emerge. |
Heidi Welling passed away on 31 July 2003. She was on the staff of a Morrison school newspaper called Reflection between 1989-1990 as photographer. The above picture was taken by Heidi and was published along with her poem. Heidi and Merja Stenman struggled together for many long dark years from post-trauma depression after they left Morrison. A lof of us didn't get to know her. Perhaps through this poem, we could always remember Heidi by this dawning morning. |
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| A Poem by Heidi Welling |
| Then, as pitch darkness was about to engulf me, I felt a hand, full of warmth, love, understanding. Who was the owner of the mysterious hand, I could not perceive For tears had blinded my eyes - tears of relief... ...and joy. The hand gently, lovingly, silently lifted me up from the night. Morning has dawned. - Heidi Welling - |
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| Posted on 30 Sep 04 |
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