First Poem written after Life and Death and return from the white
light and Heaven:
Life After Death
I saw the Light that is Eternity
I felt the warmth an Orange-red glow
From the entrance just below
And from within the white light
A hand touched from inside of me
"Come with me it is time to go!"
And I knew then it was Jesus you know
There was a tunnel surrounding me
And there were Angels there
Pleading, "Come with us who care!"
And I followed
To leave my soul behind
For apparitions wait
And then Mortal indecision
And I fell below it was too late!
And so began my writing of poetry
I have on the message section been writing about Life after Death.
Having recently watched Anderson Cooper's special. This is just one of the
last installments. I was eleven about to enter Junior High. Six foot tall
and skinny. Training to fight my father if he ever showed up to abuse my
Mother again. It is another story the ride to the Hospital side by side
unconscious with Mom when I finally tried. But Months earlier he showed up
at out front door. In a suit, shaved, cured and bearing gifts. We were outcast
on his side of the family. I hardly knew my Grandparent. Not because of us
but my Father the alcoholic.
Part of his inheritance being he took the cure. On this day he was a different man.
Sis and I each got a bicycle. Mom a fur coat and the family for the first time a car
instead of his ten ton coal truck.We were going on a family vacation to California
and Knox Berry farm.
I was car sick the whole way. I remember Mom waking me to see the Golden Gate
bridge. Part of my leaving school early was I was to do a report on all I saw
on the trip. You could call that my first attempt at writing. We were climbing
this hill on the west side of Lombard street. The famous curving hill when Mom
shouted, "Mike that is it. Where I was brought up as a young girl." My father
who only thought of himself stopped. See if any of your family still lives there.
Mom was hugging this lady and I was about to meet the littlest Angel. I called her
goldenlocks. Goldenlocks was five years old and sitting next to Mom when I entered
the tunnel and the white light. My poetry began with "Life After Death". /dandy