Sisters Walking
Spiritual plane for what I think is the first time,
then again there's so much that is at first unknown;
but it is home to you in this world and perhaps in the next.
I see you my friend,
a wonderful lady.
I see you residing up in the mountains in a place
that is lush with long, wild, green grass.
There's a very large cottage, as large as a mansion yet
quaint looking just the same.
We come towards each other with smiles, we have indeed
always known each other.
Meeting together, there are red roses which we stop to smell,
their fragrance a delight
Forest all around, sisters walking, trees so big and beautiful.
My other closest sisters were there now too.
We all walked down the forest's path and into the light,
we made it to this place in our journey.
"I told you we would make it!" one of my sisters said to me.
I couldn't help but put my hand out and taste the golden white
light around us.
"Hmm it taste like vanilla custard," I said.
"Delicious!"
I am so glad we had made it to this place.
Sometimes it is hard to be in both worlds.
S.E. Clark copyright 2015
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