Imperishable words

The final words of An Owl on the Moon

In my room my eyes are opened...

 

     From this cold room I spy a channel of fire illuminating the darkness.  A slight crack in the wall allows a beam of gray light through as dust dances on the pillar.

     I move towards the light until I can see along its channel.  In a moment, I am transported outside and catch visions of circling birds and waltzing waters.  Through this small pillar I see freedom and breathe air as fresh as new dawn, and in the distance I see a horse dancing in the waves.

     The fog that lay across the water tears open as the sun shreds the gray with its piercing yellow beams. From this vanishing mist I see a crystal staircase rising from the sea to the sky covered with angels crying, “Peace!” It is an entrance to heavens portal. I bow my head and whisper, “God help me,” and in a moment I drift with the Seraphim through the sky. Have I slept my whole existence? Has my life all been only a dream until now?

     That day lives ever in my mind.  Now I live in the present, ever connected with my past, and ever hopeful of my future.  The hovering hordes by heavens’ arm are fled, past Hades’ crags and the sun’s misting rest. Out of my pain has come a song, and on my graves’ sleeping-stone it will read:

 

“Live for what will last;

the Voice that whispers in night’s past.

The cruxton tree that stands through time;

the lives of saints through death who shine.

Seize those things that last.”

 

     The darking night and ravenous winter fall forever into the abyss, and an eternal summer is birthed in my soul, though the echoes of the angel’s voice whisper on.  Now life’s full fragrance and flavor immerse my mortal senses in an almost aching joy.

     I close my journal now as I close my eyes in ceaseless rest.  And I driftingly dream of infinite words.   Impenetrable words.  Imperishable words.

Author's Note

The final words of An Owl on the Moon…

Reviews

[Dr. YumnaKay]

Ah, this reminded me of Plath's quote 'I desire the things which will destroy me in the end.'
I suppose most of us do live like that - forever connected to our past and always hoping for a better future, and in between that, living in denial of the present that we do have...
I wish it was as easy to distinuguish between things which would last and which won't though :x

Beautiful write in its entirety. As always, I loved reading this one by you :)

[An owl on the moon]

Ah, dear Yumna, thank you for walking out this journey of the owl to the last step... Sylvia is magnificent... how she knew the pain of the soul's painful path all too well. I wish that too... wish we could know what seeds will grow into sacred fruit and which would grow into weeds. Maybe we can find enchanted eyes that view beyond these brief breaths of the moment. Just maybe. :)

[Mrudula Rani]

Your words are like precious gems, imperishable and brilliant. Querido Craig, " ...... I see a crystal staircase raising from the sea to the sky covered with angels crying " peace!" It is an entrance to heavens portal." What a spectacular image you describe with your marvelous words! Absolutely beautiful.

[An owl on the moon]

Muito obrigado, Mrudula! These were my transforming words... carrying me from suicidal depression to hope. So thankful you could see their beauty. Um grande abraco... :)

[Mrudula Rani]

I am glad to know that you stepped in to the light of hope. I pray that you continue your journey into brilliant future with happiness and success. Always wishing you all the best dear Craig. Uma grande abraço. Tudo de bom meu amigo.

[Crowley]

Not sure why you are not famous. You are in my heart and my mind. This is as delicious as anything I have ever read. Happy Holidays my friend, you never cease to amaze me. And I mean that.

[An owl on the moon]

Ah, my dear friend, you always make me feel uplifted! Thank you! Wishing you and your dear ones the happiest holidays... carrying you into 2019 with endless joy. )