And I becameA Poem by John CiarmelloI wrote this for a friend that lost her dad. I don't profess to know all the truths, but I thought it would help with her grieving process.And I Became
n the moments before death all of my life became clear. The dullest of thoughts became brilliant. The grayest and most faded of colors became vibrant.
Then, I was gone. Gone, to where the loudest of voices in my mind went silent. Where a restful whisper hushed the universe, and a warmth hugged the coldest part of my soul. I saw this place completely. I instantly knew the secrets it revealed, the love it possessed, and the life it renewed. I felt confident, confident for all who had embraced life after death. All who had chosen humility above importance, And resolve above temptation. Confident, that all who had died would see, and all who live now would know.
I listened. Listened to words not spoken at me, but within me. The words explained the beauty before, and the meanings behind. I listened, and a sweet-scented breath of praise nudged me. It wasn’t praise for me alone. Instead, it was praise for all that are now, all that were then, and all who will be.
While, I stood before the vastness of this place, a temperate breeze sipped me as if a warm citrus tea. At that moment, it all became so vivid, so near. As the beauty of this place had encircled me, and I became… I became the crystal pathways that mirrored a thousand crimson moons. I became the boundless landscapes sodden in colors I had never seen. In a place now, I had nearly forgotten. I became the dreams of the old fulfilled, and the lives of the not yet born unveiled. I became the conclusions to my past and the answers to my future. I became… Life… after death.
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3 Reviews Added on February 19, 2018 Last Updated on February 19, 2018 AuthorJohn CiarmelloNYAboutI'm a 58 year old enthusiastic writer of short story and Children's rhyme. I love to try all types of writing. I love the challenge of flash fiction. I'm not sure I have a novel in me though! We shall.. more..Writing
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