Poetry |
Traveling to Me from Afar
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From the Great Beyond
you watched how I struggled sometimes to explain to others that you are there, yet come to me. Some friends I had counted on shook their heads, or looked aghast. I stopped mid-sentence. A spiritual divide so great that it saddened me. There was no use. From the Great Beyond you came to me one day and pointed at the sky. “Look! What do you see?” It was amazing. I looked up at the brightly shining sun. I turned and there was the moon resting in a bed of daytime blue. There in the very same sky, at the very same time. I understood your message. People think the moon belongs to the night but there it was comfortably settled in the mid-afternoon sky. So you, my dear, can be home in both places— the Great Beyond and by my side. |