WHITE LIGHT
When
we look into the star filled sky,
Is
this the place we go when we die?
When
death takes away our life giving spark,
Does
our energy rekindle as a light in the dark?
The
sky may be Nirvana or the garden of Annwn*,
Where
our life eternal in heaven can begin.
The
final closing of eyes brings everlasting sleep,
The
walk toward the white light, a corridor so deep.
One’s
faith is the beacon, the bright torch of hope,
To
their God people pray, left behind to cope.
It’s
what’s inside that makes our life eternal,
Memories
to cherish, with our body just a journal.
That
burning spirit makes our life unique,
The
white light shines toward peace at its peak.
Our
loved ones start their journey of never ending sleep,
Until
we join them, treasured memories we keep.
- Annwn....
the otherworld of Celtic Britain. “Warriors feast and children play under
the great apple tree of annwn” Arthurian legend depicts the legendary
Avalon as such a place.
Phil
Hall July 2012.
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