Coming Home

Terror overcome, the pain begins.
Playing in the darkness of the glen.
Dark of moon - the stars are shivering.
Souls approach in cyclic fashion
as the eve of opening begins again.

The veils have been torn to shatters.
Looking through, the need to move
must overwhelm the mind. Just one
more step, and living jets of flame
enfold the movement of the soul
within a silent shimmering.

Gathered round, the ones that mattered
most within your life. Shining bright
in numinous expression. Essence
flowing free for you to see. Arms
spread wide in welcoming. And then,
the highest love of all enfolding.

As angel wings
wrap round you,
deep within.
The coming home
is always worth
the wait...

? Michaelette ?

10/10/2003
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Take me home . . .