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Black Tulips For the Dear Departed

"Black Tulips for the Dear Departed"



Stumbling between the Immensities
Cobwebs like lace capture her
keep her fixed at the door waiting,
should she cross over now, or remain?
Time is evaporating, time is dissipating,
the past is holding on tight with it’s claws.
Black Tulips for the Dear Departed,
like a White Lily she opens -
she walks through the door.

The light is astounding,
a legion of angels rejoicing
He is there waiting
with pearls at His feet for her,
she must kneel to uncover
rust blood wet on
so many book covers,
she washes His feet with her tears
Sapphires His eyes jubilation.
He beckons her closer, 

“Here is your Book, 
Let me read it to  you” 
He gives her His hand
it is warm to the touch,
He conveys this,
His message to her,

“This could hurt, let’s review”.
He smiles, she is His,
melting, golden
Lux Vitae
immersed in His presence
born again, LIVING
renewed.

(Lovejoy-Burton/Jan 2018)

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Stark Hunter March 14, 2018 at 12:24 AM "Stumbling between the Immensities Cobwebs like lace capture her keep her fixed at the door waiting, should she cross over now, or remain?" These are my favorite lines from your excellent poem. I think we are all at the door, waiting for our number to be called... Leanne Lovejoy-Burton March 14, 2018 at 11:48 PM Your concept is awesome. Your story telling is perfection. YOu are a new favourite of mine pushed to the top of the list. UBER original. Thank you for the comment. My writing pales in comparison to yours along with the imagination and intellect.

Muhammad Imtiaz March 12, 2018 at 8:34 AM awesome piece of writing and making me think about the after life....thanks for this piece.

Richard Lamoureux January 22, 2018 at 8:36 AM This is quite beautiful. I might get called for interference but here is another scripture that I feel is relevant to the conversation of an afterlife. Luke 23:43 “Truly I tell you, today you will be with Me in Paradise.” Muhammad Imtiaz March 12, 2018 at 8:25 AM Hi Richard , i like your comment you referred from Bible "Truly I tell you, today you will be with Me in Paradise.” Leanne Lovejoy-Burton January 22, 2018 at 9:19 AM I have a favourite artist. His name is Ben Stack, one of his creations is titled "Stumbling between the Immensities". I wonder what you'd make of it, if you are into art. I can't decide which one is more apt that piece, or "Strange Angels". http://benstack.com.au/

Silent One January 20, 2018 at 9:16 AM Interesting poem about death, I wonder if it would be so simple and if it would be that person waiting for you.. Well written Leanne.. Leanne Lovejoy-Burton January 20, 2018 at 2:44 PM Indeed Silent One. Perhaps, the answer is only found at the end of the chapter, the story continues...

Poet Tacito January 20, 2018 at 9:07 AM Very, very poignant lines. Thank you for this! Leanne Lovejoy-Burton January 20, 2018 at 2:50 PM Thank you Drake. I like your most recent poem/story. will pursue reading the others now.