Coming Home

Coming Home

A Poem by The Faire Celt
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A spiritual breakthrough I had in January of 2004...

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What can I say about this place

I close my eyes at night

I sense the Presence

Cold, but warm

Dark, but light

 

Deep purpe and blues

The sea mirrors the sky

As the icebergs float

Drifting onto mystical waters

Surely this must be heaven

 

Falling gradually into the gap

Never knowing where I am

Never knowing how long I'll be

But knowing I am at peace

 

Looking above to the heavens

Oh how the sunrise is Godly!

Cold, icy blocks touch my fingertips

How my heart is warm with love

 

Dreaming away my earthly cares

My soul gazes onto my body

As it drifts through the waters

Of childhood wonder

 

One cannot fully grasp

This labyrinth here on earth

We are merely souls within souls

Longing to be with our One

 

The cold bitter morning

And Artic winter chill

My breath longs for its passion

Never ceases to fill

 

I am in my magical place

Of being in heaven yet here on hearth

The sweetness of wintertime

Plays with all of my senses

May I float here forever

© 2008 The Faire Celt


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emz
wOW.. such a feeling of pure serenity and love.... i was drawn into the imagery of tranquility.... cold but warm with love.... loved it x

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Wouldn't you like to know *wink*, PA



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A dark romantic poet, gnostic mystic, and gardening fool. In love with my other half, The Jackal. Secretly hoping for my town to turn into an Irish Village....Blessings to all who enter this realm of.. more..

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