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  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Spiritual >> ID #716799  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
The White Room
A private invitation from your soul. RSVP
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You Are Cordially Invited To Enter

THE WHITE ROOM



Your Host, Our Most Gracious,
Extends Greetings and Elations,
The Honor of Your Presence is Requested
By Acceptance of This Invitation


RSVP
Personal Gifts Only




* * * * *


Welcome
Make yourself at home
The Host will arrive soon
If there's anything you need
I'm here to assist you
Your comfort and happiness
Should never be an issue

Have you a gift yet?
You must give the Host a thing you possess
Choose the item carefully
Only you can decide which is best

Pehaps it's your love, fear, crime or addiction
He will accept the gift
No matter blessing or affliction
So think carefully and listen
Hear what your soul wants to give
Whatever this thing is that you will offer-
Let it tell how you live

Before the Host can enter
This empty white room needs making
His resources are at your disposal
For this undertaking

These plain white walls are yours to create, yours to design
While painting your masterpiece, will you stay inside the lines?
Just put your best foot forward
Remember, He must enter and see it too

This empty room must serve a purpose
Shall it become a business, a stage, or perhaps a home?
It's yours to decide
It's yours to own


Fill this room with people
Throw a party or perhaps breed a clan
Just make sure your guests are ones
The Host will understand

The Host will come when you are ready
He'll pay a visit to you
To see what you've created
What you hold to be true


I've come to observe this room that was once pure white
Is that the color of envy?
Perhaps the green is too light

Obviously you're under construction and feeling rather faint
He'll understand
In fact, He'll furnish the fresh paint

I'll return for a preview of what the Host will partake
Best wishes with the renovations you're planning to make


Now your room shows progress, taste and style
Glad you've found someone that wants to stay for a while

What about the interior crawls?
How's the plumbing and wiring inside these walls?

This room is filled with people
All important in your life
Behind closed doors
Unresolved conflict sustains strife

Perhaps some additional space would grant reprieve
After all, a soul's gotta breathe

I'll come back later
You're getting the hang of it now
The Host will be anxious to understand
The who, the what, the how

This room is overflowing
In blessings, great and small
You've filled it to the brim
You obviously have it all!

Oops! Don't look now
The ground floor's crumbling
Quick grab tight of every loved one and youngling
Is faith and hope in your reservoir?
Where do you draw from?
What's beneath your armor?

There's still time to fix the damage
No real harm done
Nothing you can't manage
You can always ask the Host for help
He's very receptive to the disadvantaged

I like what is seen, felt and known here
You're learning life's lessons
That's become quite clear

Before I leave, before I go
There are a few things you really should know
I've been your conscience, your heart, your soul
I'm your spirit self
Together we sustain our infinite whole

So always remember, I'm right by your side
Watching you grow and pacing your stride

The Host will appreciate your colorful venue
When the time comes, remember His gift
Make sure it's from deep down inside you

Enjoy what you have now
Treasure what you've built
The Host only knows when it could all go off tilt

I'll check back later
For now, you're doing fine
Oh, by the way
I'm glad you decided to ignore the lines


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