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) 1. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A02EDL-eIGk