Dancing on the Ceiling: A Girl's Life and Beyond

Dancing on the Ceiling I passed away at twenty-two years, Friends and relatives shed many tears. Even people who did not know me, cried, When they heard that I had died. Some time later, I heard Warren say: “Please come to me, Jennifer, right away.” In just a moment, I was there, Floating high up in the air. When I arrived, I was so elated, That to myself, I stated: “Oh, how happy I am feeling, Up here dancing on the ceiling.” I then saw, a lady on a bed, With healing hands upon her head. Then I looked and saw our healer, That is when I clearly heard her. “There’s a pretty girl dancing on the ceiling, With long brown hair that she’s revealing.” Even though he knew it was true, Warren wished that he could see me too. I remember when I was the one, Who could not sing or dance or run. Now that I am strong again, I’m feeling like a healthy Jenn. * * * Warren told Mom, there would be Many more events amazing, People would get signs from me That would send hearts racing. One day I went to my parents’ home, I was there all alone. Naomi’s friend and little boy passed by, I saw them and I waved “Hi.” Even though, he hadn’t known me, He said he saw the sister of Naomi. His mom was so startled by what he’d said, She took his hand and then they fled. Aloha One day, shortly, before I passed, Mom sat down on my bed and asked, “When the rest of us go to Hawaii as planned, Would you please write your name in the sand?” I said that I would surely try, So you will know that I’m nearby. I joined my family on this healing trip, We traveled at a steady clip. To Hawaii, they had come, To relax and enjoy the tropical sun. They rounded up all of their suitcases, So they could move on to other places. They came to Kona for a one week stay, To grieve, to rest, to tour, and play. In Hawaii, I too, did arrive, Knowing in a way, I’m still alive. The Hawaiian sky was a beautiful blue, With fluffy white clouds passing through. There was the tang of ocean breeze, And salty air drifting over from the seas. But they barely noticed the island air, Through their heart ache and despair. Going to Kona was their plan, So Dad drove them in a rented van. In the car, they all were brooding, While thoughts of me kept intruding. Some flowers bloomed along the way, Brightening up a very sad day. There was graffiti flying by, White coral and black lava caught the eye There were some hearts and many names, Like Lani, Michael, Jack, and James. There’s the sign I made appear, By whispering into someone’s ear. It came out differently than I planned. It wasn’t written in the sand. On black lava, foot high white letters spell, My name “Jennifer” which they know so well. Mom thought, “I must turn my head, In case Jenn’s name is here, like she said.” She then looked around to find, My great big newly written sign. Then she asked the others, “Did you notice? Jennifer left a message for us.” Mom was smiling as she cried, Tears were dripping from her eyes. The others did not see it then, But they knew, they would come again. They came back very soon, To take pictures in the afternoon.