A Speck
a speck of sand,
precise as a snowflake,
that's me,
a particle that drifts between flesh and spirit,
grasping to feel,
longing to heal,
meeting that brick wall again,
and again,
after a thousand years of spirit,
then the tunnel,
in between lifetimes,
with light fueled of a billion shooting stars,
taking me back to the big party
on the other side.....
where spiritual champagne flows like a confluence of
waterfalls,
and all earthly lives we've ever spent with the eagerness of youthful hearts,
came together,
once more in that place
where freedom meant
no flesh, no checkbooks,
and the father and the son
bounced us,
the specks,
in the palm of his hand.
Copyright © Kathryn Sweeney | Year Posted 2018
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