Spirit is Waiting – A Poem

Spirit is Waiting – A Poem

We will all make our way down
that corridor into white light
where time stands still,
death our guide.

If you harbour any doubt
your body won’t fall to ash—
dispel it. Your mortal body
will surely turn and pale.

Pale at the end, the spirit
no longer contained by flesh,
will rise, taking flight, a blue star
racing across a blue sky.

A longing now, though?
Blue appears on your horizon,
spreading, staining out. You look down,
your fingers azure, your skin growing turquoise.

Taking flight, a blue star racing
across a blue sky, your physical body in tow.
You don’t need to wait for death.
Spirit is waiting, the body in tow.

Belinda

August 2, 2019

 

About This Poem

It took me a long time to realise that I don’t have to wait until I die and reach the Other Side to be reunited with my spirit. It’s here with me now; it always was. Any time I feel afraid or uncertain, I just have to lean back into my spirit.

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