The Transition

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The Transition

I’m not wet, but I’m floating

Floating with out a face below the sea

Silence, peace is all that I hear

I can feel no more pain, no more fear

A hand is there

Hanging down from nowhere

It just is, it just was, it will always be

Summoning me over for safety

For breath where there is no oxygen

For hope where there is no more existence

For a moment of clarity

That its not the end but, but really the beginning

The bright light shines on my soul

I float to safety in the strength of this massive hand

The embrace, like a child to its mother

Hang on, you’ll be OK, I hear it say

No words spoken

Here I float completely broken

Shredded and torn

Weathered and worn

This is my awakening, my true beginning

My forgiveness, who knew?

Who knew?


By | 2013-08-05T23:20:33+00:00 July 30th, 2013|Featured, Spiritual|2 Comments

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  1. T July 30, 2013 at 6:44 pm - Reply

    chills – you took me to that place and time

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