Upon the Wings of the Shechinah,
glide with me into eternity,
upon the edge of the blue horizon,
that appears distant, yet, draws near.
Our time on earth is soon spent,
in sorrow, grief, and countless occupations,
for, all is vanity under the sun.
Flowers for the eye of the beholder to treasure,
while temporarily visiting the unseen world,
as described in a near-death experience,
of someone who was given a second chance.
Imagine seeing heavenly light gleaming
upon a panorama of uniquely designed flora,
not otherwise seen anywhere on this planet.
Wouldn’t this pique your interest,
and, fill you with a sense of wonder?
The Afterlife may beckon inquiry;
yet, to those who have been granted
a glimpse of this world,
on the other side of existence,
a favorable impression of waits ahead,
will motivate the soul,
when returned to the body,
to live a better life,
and share one’s best intentions
with the rest of Creation.
poetry prompt from Eugi’s Causerie
poem: Ode to the Itinerant
don’t let the skitter’s bites annoy,
nor the fires be a fright to you.
Restrictions on forested lands
must be recognized upon demand.
Adolescent dreams, and unruly whims
are best set aside, cast into the wind.
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We are all pilgrims;
so, you have the opportunity
to realize more than others,
the impermanence of our lives,
before we transition to Olam Haba.
This life is a test for all of us,
to mature, improve, and look forward
to our reward from Above,