There is no such thing as the resurrection of the dead. And dying is a misnomer because life, the soul, is immortal!
I lived unlike I had done so, in this heaven of a place,
Cottages were humbly ostentatious, where life is
lived simply yet with a content feeling of abundance.
Harmonious was how best to describe the neighbors,
one of whom, at one time, asked me “Did you enjoy
the travel back home?”
“Yes” was my reply, remembering how I glided through
what looked like a subway at the end of which was a
glow of light.
It was no other light I had seen, pure white pulsing at
the arrival area, whereupon a gentle kind hand helped
me up unto a carriage, then from weariness I slept.
“Oh, yes, Sir,” the same thing with others. The neighbor
agreed, a man about my age. “A big relief it was from
the seemingly endless wanderings before…the light!”
Neither a vacation nor a sojourn fitted the description
of this heavenly place because there was no sense of
moving forward in time, except…
A rewinding of events which I was made to view before
my very eyes… “It will be your choice,” an elderly man
said, garbed in pure white, “if you want to return.”
Then did I black out and feel sucked into a swirling
vortex swallowing me into a womb who I chose to
be formed, blind and ready to be pulled free!.
Have you ever tried hiking in your most favorite mountain? When you're at its peak, what do you feel? What do you realize? Here's a poem to help you express your thoughts about the wonders of mountains..
A short story filled with twisted tales and unexpected turns to get to one common end..
My this poetry is on Best friend, it may seem confusing to you but when you will give it a read you will understand it all!.