
Can you imagine what it’s like
for your child to die,
to become as exquisite as the bluest skies?
To learn to sing again in-tune,
to be present at the new moon,
to watch the tides when they come to shore,
and be at peace forevermore?
Can you imagine what is to fly,
to be able to see
without eyes,
to shed tears no more,
and join heaven’s encore?
Can you imagine what it is to transcend,
to become the joy
that never ends,
to let love be your eternal guide,
and exist where awakened ones reside…
I’ve felt the rush of eternity,
in realms of grace
that set me free…
I have seen him in rainbow skies,
in higher octaves
of paradise!
I began to write sad words and then they became beautiful..
©AllysoAlly2022
Beautiful indeed, Ally.
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Thank you, Sandy. xxx
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❤️
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Transcendent.
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Thank you so much, Cindy. xx
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