How Beautiful Light Of Spirit Is Hope

Poems Of Hope, Spirits, The Book Of The Dead

by Cliff Rhodes

 

How Beautiful Light Of Spirit Is Hope

03/21/2012

 

Hope may exist even in a different Heaven.

Lessons we learn on Earth may not be displaced well.

Outcome of reason is not always in our best favor.

Does God give us spirit to explore a new place?

 

She looked so familiar, that face from the past.

Twenty three years ago, we encountered laughter.

It was not funny or jestering, but happiness.

Our spirits met in a special meeting of passing.

 

Like two trains, we passed right close but not touching.

How exhilarating it was, to feel the breeze and the rush.

Our two souls knew the presence of each other.

Tingling skin sets off explosions that are eletrical.

 

Does Hope do that, just to let us know there is more?

We are not solitary trees that only give form.

We are beings that dance and truly adore.

Not of flesh and blood, yet we can still open that door.

 

Hypnotized into bodies of light, we are loving souls.

Please, let me dream as if reason didn't leave me all alone.

I have found a memory that still lives and glows.

An ember becomes a fire, giving breath that enfolds.

How beautiful, light of Spirit is Hope.