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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Spiritual · #2187396
Painful truth, no longer secret, takes away peace....but no longer...
I Know

I know where you are now, in the Light continuous,
sitting in the shallows of a pool upon the steps
descending, and now alighting as would a bird upon a deck,
sparkling with gems, with aqua for the waters, with walkways
paved with gold, with clouds above of silver
and the moon moonlighting in mother-of-pearl.

The Sun - Deliverer of Many Diamonds -
flush upon the countenance of the waters,
provides riches unto the provenance of your face,
a face that looked longingly so long ago,
longing for what it was that I couldn't give,
longing for white ships and tannic-beige bays,
of brackish islets hidden, yet filled with Zen...
It is there that I see you now, within a realm
far more beautiful and beyond
each and every others' ken.

An added dimension of awareness that truly knows
All Things which - aura-like - has been added to your Spirit,
like a shawl around your shoulders, surrounds your Being
that is lit with the love that you have for the small child
who knows how much you protected her in that previous World when.

Her light brown hair shown in the Sun as she waded out
into the sparkling sanctuary, her very innocence
the perfect example of how we must think in this Life
to prepare to live in the Hereafter. I ... marvel
at you both and full well know you are safe in the realm
that others may know nothing of ...

Yet know this that the promise shall come
whereby we all shall be tested with a spiritual Fire
that many know nothing about, a special Fire
that burns away bad deeds like so much chaff,
and burnish the good- a blazing gold brighter
than so many Suns.

I know now of the endless Pools in which you both -
hand in hand - wade within shall always keep you safe,
for this water is God's Love, a purifying Love,
a water filled with dappling gems to be worn around
one's neck and girded around one's waist ... and no matter
how many prying eyes that seek Evil in this day,
their Time has duly arrived.

Death will come for those
who for a little while will
fly high alongside the vultures,
only to be swept past
the Gates of perdition.

And perdition's Hell.
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