Hi dear friend and followers. Today is poem day and I have a poem for you about believing. Take five minutes, relax and enjoy the read.
Believe Tonight, Forever
It was time for sleep, so she went to her room.
She stood in the open window that night,
just as she had a thousand nights before.
The southerly breeze fluttered the lacy, white curtains;
they moved like ghosts in her small, dark room.
She looked out, then sighed, in detachment,
and turned toward her bed for sleep;
that was when she heard her name,
whispered so softly, nearly inaudible.
She looked around the window,
but no one was to be seen.
With heavy eyelids she turned once more,
to lie in her bed and finish her day.
Once more the whisper came, softly.
She turned again to the familiar window.
At first all she saw was the ghost-like curtains,
aflutter on the southerly breeze,
illumined by a faint glow,
like that from a full moon.
Then another whisper, but not to fear!
Back to the sash she went to look.
“Someone knows my name, so late at night.”
A gust then blew and ruffled her hair;
for the briefest of moments she could not see.
She brushed it aside; was she in a dream?
No more in her bedroom, or even the house,
she was among the stars; they shone all about!
Great and small, near and far,
she was in a galaxy of stars.
And at its center was a magnificent sight,
the likes of which one might see in their dreams -
and most likely never will again in her lifetime.
A being emitting such a bright blue light
that did not burn or consume it at all,
not like the stars, which consumed all about them.
The being of light transformed itself before her,
as they stood face-to-face in a field of stardust.
He looked like a prince in the raiment of light.
His robes were the flaming blue!
Unlike any other prince she had ever seen.
Fog lay over the place where they stood;
so thick it was, that all she could see
was the island of stardust upon which they stood.
The being now took a human form;
A handsome man was he, in blue and white robes.
She saw that in his frosty blue eyes,
the blue flame still flickered within.
With his right hand he gestured,
“Come and follow me.”
Not a word was spoken. None were needed.
Both minds and hearts were the same.
The fog thinned and faded away.
Then she saw the most beautiful of landscapes.
The sky was of teal, the land's flowers a rainbow;
the rivers and lakes were of turquoise.
They flew over a great canyon,
over the mountains and down into a valley,
into shades of purple, blue, and green;
to a fortress structure with tall, golden spires.
It appeared from out of nowhere
on a hillside before them.
Within, a multitude wandered
to and fro the cathedral size rooms.
Some of the forms she noticed
appeared to be but shadow figures,
others, more solid, like herself she thought.
Seen from within the rooms were infinite,
Just like the universe outside its walls.
The moon could be seen in its eastern arches
and the sun in the western ones
as though there was no passing of time there.
They entered another cathedral room
this with a high, pillared dome,
through which could be seen
all the stars and galaxies,
of all sizes and colors they provided
the illumination of this cathedral room.
“Heaven knows not the darkness, all is light,” she thought.
They sat at large, heavily-ornamented table,
complete with the tall backed matching chairs.
After the being sat,
he said through my thoughts,
“What you have seen are souls in transit,
and this place is the pool
for all sentient beings
at different stages of being;
Some will return to continue their journey
learning about the value of the life, essence, or spirit.
Others will evolve and move
into the higher plains of learning.
But I have come to tell you
of troubling times in your future.
After we are done with this meeting
you will not remember it;
Not until the time of your awakening.
This is the temple of love and life.
Someday, at your journey's end
you shall return here.”
While sitting in the chair she felt a feeling,
feeling so secure and loved,
like being bathed in warm, golden summer sun.
She drifted on the aroma of the many blooms.
She trusted this being with all her heart.
As her heavy eyelids fell
she was adrift as though,
floating at sea in a raft.
She heard him call.
She smiled as she heard
his soft thoughts in her mind.
Her eyes fluttered open, their eyes met.
Softly he spoke, for the first time in human voice
“It is time to go back,” he told her.
She did not want to go back.
She knew this was home;
there was never any other.
She only desired
to remain at his side
Quickly she stood and took his hand,
traveling back through the lands of in-between;
she savored the trip, at his side.
A deep love she had for him; tears traced her cheeks
at the thoughts that they would have to be apart
while she returned to her world.
Thoughts came through her mind again,
his thoughts assuring her that he would never be far.
If he was needed he would be there, but in spirit only.
But she would know, because they will always be
together in the heart.
They laughed playfully as they flew,
through clouds of glowing nebula gas.
The morning had arrived as she lay in bed
listening to the birds.
The experience of the night before faded
like it had only been a dream.
But the light being she never forgot.
Written by Cynthia
Written by Cynthia