I am led to this walkway and drawn to
what may lay beyond this wet and misty
As beams of light cast shadows upon its
inviting entrance I stop for a minute to
savor and enjoy a moment’s pleasure,
seeing beyond I squint my eyes hoping
to have revealed to me a mystery
beyond time itself.
A very thin image is reflected back to
me, a lady in white so beautiful and
gracefully shy beckons me with her
hand held out to me, come to me she
gestures with a smile that only
an angel casts upon mortals such
as this poet.
I begin my spiritual journey by
stepping very slowly on the slippery
yet safe wooden floor covered with
life and warmth reaching out to me
with each step I take.
Feeling her spirit all around me
I am not afraid, safety is not my worry,
I am lost in her as she leads me to a
place defying all logic, where life
is thriving, gardens are plenty,
ocean tides coming and going,
every type of animal and lush
greenery living and coexisting
beside each others peacefulness.
Like a Lions mighty mane her
flowing black hair matches the
starlight and moonbeams radiating
from her heart and soul and
Oh how I am lost but unafraid,
yet feeling led to heavens gate,
I simply follow the mist, the
gentle rain and sunbeams lighting
my way with this Lady by my side.
I am taken to the hall of choirs
and music so resonant it fills my
ears and carries my soul to the
throne where sits my maker.
I am judged and granted a place
amongst the Holy choir of angels
to share what I’ve known to be the
truth. Hallelujah I am home. I was
lost and now I’m found as the
mist drew me to its path
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