THE VISIT

Sitting listening to Tavener

Composer for the Heavenly realms

My eyes turning inward

desperately trying to see inside my head

As if called by eternity itself-to observe my vision…

Seeing my once still-born daughter

now a young girl clutching her grandmother’s hand

Both clothed in pure white garments-without spot or blemish

I knew they were here-seeing them only in my mind

For that great chasm separates, Time-Dimension-Purity…

Holding out my hand to her

True Love the bridge

She held it tight, staring just being

Shrouded in light…

Before turning to leave with her Grandma

who was happy content at peace

I’ll wait for you Daddy

I’ll wait for you to Joey…

With those words, my eyes filled with baptismal tears

Knowing I would see them both again, in another place-another age…

Something happened to me today

Just an ordinary cold December Tuesday

Yet inside I felt warm- redeemed

Knowing I must carry on walking my path of destiny

Knowing things will never be quite the same…………………..

​M C  Bolton December 2020 @MarkCBolton1

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