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*,
It is where our
eternal life amongst the stars can begin.
The final closing
of ones eyes brings everlasting sleep,
With 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, those left behind to cope.
What’s contained inside that makes our life
eternal,
With memories to
cherish and 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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