The Immersion
At the speed of light on a carousel of death
The soul escapes the flesh.
Into an immersion filled with light, love, and loved ones.
Souls are gifted wings, becoming angelic beings.
Every jagged mystery smoothed to gilded revelation.
Every barb of confusion transforms into a garden of truth...
Needs of the flesh give way to the purpose of angels.
Left behind are the wails within a black pit of grief.
Angels silently arrive with the balm of time and empathy.
Signs subtly appear:
A cardinal in the brush.
A misty familiar face in the mirror.
Lightly minted hints of the afterlife.
A gentle light in the corner of the night.
A wispy flush on the cheek or in the mind.
The wave from a silver leaf, when all others are fast asleep.
The sooth of a sweet dream leading into a sweeter memory.
Every second the timepiece speaks of transition.
Living is a chain of moments, bending into a circle of eternity.
In the afterlife, we shall all meet up again.
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