Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Musings on Heaven and Hell

Her Journey begins

In golden temples
Wandered she
Walls of glowing crystal
Floors of onyx blue
Purple light shone all around

Thus came she
Not knowing why her journey
Yet willing to go
Wherever she was lead

The Flame burns Strong

Deep within
The flame burnt strong
And in her eyes for all to see
A transcendent Light

All around her
Rays of purple shone
Their brightness
Lighting up the night

As in a Dream

So new to her
And yet not so
This path she tread
So long ago

Now it seemed
As in a dream
Far memories
Of who and why
She came
To this fair place

From Whence Cometh the Wind

The walls bedecked with
Pure white flowers
And posies of green
Seemed to shimmer
In the wind that blew
From where she knew not

And as she gazed upon the sight
A deep sigh through her began
Reaching beyond her mortal ken
Into the heavens high above
Into the celestial blue

Denizens of Hell

And far below a rumble came
Twas from the denizens of hell
Who sensed the brightness up above
They never could access again

They moaned and ran sharp claws
Across their faces
Deep gashes that bled
And healed and bled again
It was their lot for ever

They chose when still in mortal form
To follow the ways of greed and power
Destroying all who in their pathway stood
Tyrants they were
In darkness

To See Again

And in her sweet vulnerability
She sent out loving thoughts
To them
An effort on her part
To dull their pain

And help them once again
To see the light of day
The beauteous crystal clear sky
The greeness of land
The blueness of sea

Matrix of Creation

If just one alone
Could be saved
Forever grateful
She would be

For like the ripples of the sand
Spreading across the desert wide
So could the lightness of being
Pass
And all who came within its sight
Could change and lift
And be again the Light

And hear the Sound
God's sweet Word
That in the Beginning formed
The matrix of Creation

and so it will be and Is....

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