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Spirit Wings

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Published: Jun 29, 2012

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I know you are there, somewhere.
All white wings, and robes that trickle down like a stream to a river, I'm sure.
But I can't see you. Not since I was a child I'm told.
My eyes are too human to be familiar with your being
of gold, white, and purple-I have caught a glimpse though
I'm sure.

But in moments of undiluted sorrow, I have felt you there.
You are so much deeper, and lovelier than I. Such a
heart and soul that has seen much, and healed many;
without hate, frustration, longing.
You heard my prayer.
You came to offer me something much brighter than tears-
Your love.

I know you are there,
shining in the darkest spaces- the loneliest hearts,
in the quietest fears, the hopes against all hope.
You place your hand on the shoulders of the burdened,
outside in the sickly light of operating theatres,
as someone waits…and waits…
looking on from a corner of children's bedrooms,
amongst the glazed eyes of the teddies and bundled up sheets-
like mine.

I wish I could see you,
and one day I guess I will, when I am strong enough
and wise enough to be in your presence, when
I am cleansed of the dirt and sorrow of an earthly life,
and become as peaceful as the river that bears your sacred robes.
Then I will be light as a feather, and drift calmly in the worlds
of the living flesh, and the sacred fields of Elysium.

#lit-lash prompt 2.9, Purity.

How to write this...umm, well...some people are very sceptical of the spirit world/spirits/Heavenly realm/whatever you want to call it. I'm not one of them.

I've combined many elements of what many of us think of the other realm-wings, and white, and robes and stuff. I've also put in elements of Ancient Greek mythology concerning death.

Some of this was kicked off by another piece I wrote before this, as I really didn't know what to write for this prompt. I found it quite hard actually.

Some of this is also my own experiences. I don't really like to talk about it much, as it's hard to explain to people that are rather sceptical...Spirit is an amazing thing though. And works in mysterious ways to say the least.

As a child I used to say to my mum I could see a lady in my room. I don't remember this, but she thinks she knows who it could have been-a member of our family died a month after I was born, and for whatever reason I have always been oddly familiar with her in a way. Looking at photos of her is like looking at someone I just haven't seen in a while, rather than someone I don't know at all. The other is the sorrow part. I was thinking of something I had read, that souls that have passed over often visit those that are grieving for them. I was going through a tough time and thinking of a family member that had passed when I looked up to see the air seemingly bending as if something was there, with a large gold flair around that, coming off it. I have never seen the likes, and it's quite hard to describe. I still don't really know what I saw, but it was astounding to say the least. I felt so awed and...amazed. It gave me an amazing feeling inside too. I can't really describe it. If anything for me though it was hugely comforting. I wish anyone who has lost someone could see what I did.

Everyone has their own interpretations-the only thing I ask is that you crit the work, not its inspiration.

On a side note, I just want to say part of me feels better getting that out. I've worried for so long about whether people will think I've gone mad or something if I say anything about this stuff. It feels good not to be hiding it anymore. Horray the Universe!

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