I have run the course
Faced many obstacles along the way
Nursed many a life-inflicted bruise
Now, as the curtain comes down
On this instalment of life’s dramas
I cannot help but smile…
For as I dive into the abyss
And am welcomed once more
Into the arms of Divinity
I melt into nothingness and muse…
“That was a job well done.”
Image by FalcoZen at Pixabay
I’ll meet you on The Rainbow Bridge
When your earth time has expired, and
We’ll run once more through meadows green
Until our legs grow tired
When I gave up my body on that day
You held my furry paw, and
As I crossed over into timelessness
I felt your grief, so raw
We shared a love, so special, so true
Loyalty flowed both ways
Now you miss me curled up at your feet
To ease your lonely days
You never, ever got mad at me
When I left pawprints on your floor
You only ever showed me love
Amour, amour, amour
I’ll welcome you home
As you once welcomed me, and
Took away all my fear
Your loving heart was open, and
You held me there most dear
Yes, I’ll be waiting on The Rainbow Bridge
When your earth time has expired, and
We’ll run once more through the meadows green
Until our legs grow tired
Photo by Kat Smith: https://www.pexels.com/photo/shallow-focus-photography-of-adult-black-and-white-border-collie-551628/
Branches of trees sway in the breeze
Bursting with green
It’s spring! If you please
Blue sky above
And the warmth of the sun
Mother Nature showers her blessings
On everyone
I was once a star that lit up the sky
Do you honestly believe
That I could leave you and die
I come to you now, not in the human sense
But from the Absolute
The place we were all delivered whence
There is no above and there is no below
There is only the here and now
And the eternal energy flow
The warmth of the sun is my loving embrace
The gentle breeze, my kiss on your face
So worry not, feel the caress of my heart
And rest in the knowledge that we are never apart
Bluebells and buttercups
Have we met before
Were we once intertwined
As we passed through the revolving door
Was I once your mother,
Your lover or your son
Did you hold my hand and weep
As another race was run
Did I hold you in my arms
And smell your scent so sweet, or
Was I the unwashed urchin
You scorned in the street
All possibilities are relevant
Everything has its place
My beautiful bluebells and buttercups
I bow to your loving grace
Photo by Girish Nayyar at Pexels
I stand here and watch
As you sleep in your bed
Your favourite pillow
Cradling your head
You look so peaceful
Exploring your dreams
Funny how life
Is never as it seems
You cried in pain
The day I left
If only you could see
That you were never bereft
When your time comes to join me
I will greet you with my smile
And take your hand, as together
We walk the golden mile
In the meantime
I stand here and watch
As you sleep in your bed
Your favourite pillow
Cradling your head
Photo by Iren Fedo: https://www.pexels.com/photo/person-posing-in-sunshine-17937240/
I am the loss that caused you to grieve
The heart you wear on your sleeve
I am the rainbow that follows the rain
The winter frost on your window pane
I am the breeze that ruffles your hair
The footsteps you heard on the stair
I am the glint in a baby’s eye
The star that shoots across the sky
I am the balm that soothes your pain
The air you breathe again and again
I am a peacock strutting with style
Search your dreams
You will glimpse my smile
Life is eternal
We are never apart
I am the presence
Forever in your heart
You welcomed me with open arms
The sun it shone
highlighting your magical charms
A perfect breeze across my face
Confirming you as my happy place
The primrose and bluebells
You came to greet
Me, as the blades of grass swayed around my feet
Away from you
I am but a nightingale without a song
So, thank you birds for your chorus of love
Your symphony; your euphoric throng
Sand Bay, take me in your arms, and
Caress me sweetly
Whisper your love, and
Forever keep me
Photo by Pixabay: https://www.pexels.com/photo/seashore-269583/
When the elements that comprise my body have dispersed
And I merge once again into the realm of timelessness
The world will not cease to turn
The tide will continue to ebb and flow
The flowers, in all their resplendent glory
Will still dance in the breeze
Our gracious mother sun will continue to bless us
With her light and warmth
The birds will still welcome each new morning
With a symphonic overture
And when light turns to darkness
As slumber beckons
And you lay down your weary head
I will whisper to you
“All is well”
Photo from Pixabay
Photo by Michael Manulevich: https://www.pexels.com/photo/majestic-eagle-perched-in-aviary-at-sunset-33166976/
I’ve always been very cynical regarding the amount of influence religion has on society, I should add that I can only speak about the UK, and specifically the Christian Church. What particularly bothers me is the way that vast numbers of people have bought into the concept of being judged at death. The judge in question is an all-loving God, however, there’s a catch. The all-loving God is also angry, jealous and vengeful, and “He” loves you so much that if “He” deems that you haven’t loved “Him” back in accordance with the conditions that “He” imposed on “His” love, then you are for the high jump. Or, to be more precise, an eternity of hell-fire and brimstone. Of course, this is absolute nonsense, but it’s actually good nonsense because it has given me the inspiration for another book.
I have tentatively called it, Death – A New Beginning, and it will consist of a series of poems and (very) short stories that deal with death as a process. The process that enables us to transition to our next reality. In other words it will look at death from a spiritual perspective, but minus the angry God. So, this is the way my writing will be going for the next few months. The following piece, entitled “An Eagle Caged” is one such piece that may end up in the book.
Encased in a body of flesh
I was as an eagle caged
I existed to fly
But with clipped wings?
I was but a dreamer
Spending my days pondering
On what might have been
And what might yet be
If Only I could free myself
From the living death
But, is this not life’s greatest conundrum?
To seek freedom
Only to find that one was never caged
Merely a slave to the ego
Yes, a slave to the ego was I
A believer of life’s dramas
As they played out in my mind
I was the star of the show
Stumbling around the stage
Like a drunken actor
Struggling to remember his lines
Now, as the deluded await judgement
From their angry God,
My latest adventure concluded
I dissolve into the nectarine sweetness of Divinity
Author - Richard F Holmes 