The Fog Lifts

[Jitendra Hy-do-u-no-us?]

As the Fog Lifts

Thru a fog we move
leaving our bodies behind now
a warm presence comes
close to the heart
a welcome home
the voice asks softly
"and how was it?"
"How were your travels?"
Suddenly the visions of your life unfold.
A familiar voice softly speaks:
"How did you do my child?"
"How was your visit?"
and each person you met,
each face you saw appears again
before your open eyes.
"How did you treat your playmates my child?"
and then down a corridor
you see all the places you've been in your life.
it's all there within.
The voice of your father speaks
The voice of your mother weeps
People you loved appear.
You try to hold back the tears.
A voice says:
"It's allrite. Soon you will know where you should be
and you leave behind the world you know.
Another place comes into view.
Knew faces appear the fog starts to clear.
"I must let you go" the heavenly voice says.
Oh no: 'Do not leave' you say.
but as the voice fades an knew world becomes a place;
for your home.

[Comet]

Love it Steve thanks for sharing that is so true!!