A Glimpse into Afterlife

Rain fell like dream

Glint of diamond droplets

Took me on through

To place understood; the other side

Walking beyond veils

Leaving the darkness behind

 

It was a strange holographic green

A likeness garden gleaming

Beauty serene

A vision women young tending

On her knees cultivating

Something other than

But resembling vegetation

 

She took notice

Never peering up

How did I know this

Upon my approach

Now I was stuck

Forbidden to move

As she spoke

Without sight of her lips

 

That familiar presence instructed

What my mother had not received

 His permission

To engage me directly

Until the coming forth

Of her resurrection

Till then merely to relay

A much need message

 

It was an apology

“I’m sorry my son

For robbing you of

Motherly affection”

Between her words

Began a falling lighthearted mist

My first thought was this

To water green garden

 

As I witnessed the foliage

Comforting turn

All into her direction

Again came more words

Pleading forgiveness

For nightmares

Assuredly giving me the unrest

 

Now I was thinking

Perhaps I am experiencing death

Those ideas quickly floating left

Away when I felt His hand

The whole scene then whiteness

Behind my shoulder

A voice testifying

I am He granting love’s privilege

 

I awoke in my bed

The sun reaching

Reaching deep within

A burden lifted

Sorrows dead

Taking the next

Of many more breaths

Reviews

[MOON]

What lies beyond , and do we glimpse it in this life . Lovely!

[Michael G. Smith]

Some dreams are vision privileges others just days regurgitated in the mind. Thank you for reading.

[Marie]

A lovely picture of what it might be like..beyond the veil...

[Michael G. Smith]

I try Marie, I try... thanks for reading.