From these skies...now to another

....parties to plan,
the boys first kiss...
The babie's christening party...
The house is a mess,
The mortgage is late...

Removed from the human sphere in an instant,
you no longer wait,
no longer fearing the next day...the next hour...

It is gone for you and yours.
From these skies, you have descended...
now to another you ascend.
Aloft upon the wafting breeze...
you know your way home.

There are many with you now,
but you will soon be alone...
how else to make this journey familiar?
To whom shall you turn to recognise your
fields of green?

...kin you are now...

to the shadows and dimmed corners of the parlors, of the homes
that still reverberate with the sounds and gaiety of life...
you will sate there and listen to the gossip and whispers
of which are only some distant memories to you...
but as you do...

Remember that no breeze goes unnoticed in a barren desert,
The flower brings more to the heart than it's essence...
You may have disappeared to those whom you loved and knew...
and yes there is loss and pain abound as you reach for the Sun.

The sum of every soul, is perhaps...
the subsumption of it's previous incarnations,
once missed,  thrice reborn.

Walk to the shores of your memories past.... lift your eyes
to the Light of Life.  Do you smell the familiar breeze
just now passing?

They are soon to greet you,
You are home ...
You are Safe...
Make tall your stories tonight,
that  All may relish and live your Life
once again!!

GM Sexton

(Dedicated to the 166 passengers that perished over they skies of Indonesia yesterday)