A Journey

Out of the thousands of physical miles.
Comes a thought,
The thought crossed the time and distance.
Faster than light.

Held within that thought is a woman,
That has been all that a woman could be.
Then some.

I walked the dusty path and peered into her ways.
In there was a mother, who's light was a beautiful blue.
This is the best of all colours for a light to be.

I shielded my eyes
Lest I should take some of that light myself.
This would garner my own Spirit’s ways.

Then a voice asked of me.
"Just drink of what you have seen in another".

I answered by saying.
That I only wanted to hold that light,
Lest it be dulled.

The gentle voice replies,
"There are many that are holding this light,
as it is precious to us all”.

I cried a tear and stood back a little,
so that I could see all and learn.
There bathed in the light was life,

Held, as a Spirit of life, in one lovely scene.
I withdrew from the room as I thought of home,
as I was not needed here.

My friends had done their wonderful work,
Then a quiet voice that I knew so well, said that
"Sleep is a time of healing"

I replied that I would wait the new dawn,
The new tomorrow is rushing toward us.