For now we see through a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then shall I understand fully, even as I have been fully understood.
I Corinthians 13: 12 (Bible, Revised Standard Version)
one night, I awoke and found myself walking
through the misty darkness and dewy grass
to the brightness calling out in the distance
beckoning, come home (come home)
over the dunes and to the beach, along the moonlit path
a celestial being took my hand
guiding me to the silvery shore, the boundary
separating life and death, this world from the next
like a silken cocoon hiding the wings of a Monarch,
a majestic ship waited, sails at half-mast
cherubim and seraphim ushered me
inside towards the beckoning brilliance
swept into ecstasy, helpless without fear
I surrendered my soul, joyfully dancing forever
in the warmth of the light with those gone before me
many faces, some familiar, all of them friends
suddenly, stood the One, statuesque and strong
peering but through a mask
I knew those eyes, but how? I'd not been there before
then, His guise removed, I knew
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A very powerful poem.
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