What we have is marvellous but it lacks resilience.
I know this because once I was sitting in a café
sipping dark coffee,
and the light sifting through the windows
had this powdery softness
that sometimes comes early-to-mid-morning,
before surrendering to the brawny glare of afternoon.
And I had just noted this thought about light in my notebook,
when a white-haired person wearing a blue bandana
and gardening shirt,
rose to leave and—silhouetted in that full-flowering light—
signalled a simple acknowledgement of my presence.
And what rushed to fill me, inexplicable and irrepressible,
was joy;
so intense and primal that I was brought
to tears
and would have been overwrought,
had it endured.
Yet how I longed for it to endure
(but hadn’t the frame for it).
It was this experience that convinced me of an afterlife:
where, at some forever-open café we’ll all be changed
and in a peach-tinted flash receive new flesh, new bones,
bodies made to bear ancient crimson flames,
and so,
go out into glad afternoons, magnificently naked.
quietly, softly… stunning.
Thank you Adela!
This is a lovely poem, Stephen…
Thanks so much Anne!
a reflection of a physical moment that we all wish for at times, maybe can dream it up before eternity arrives? beautiful work. i save the e mails and share the facebooks
Thanks Gordon!
I so look forward to your posts. Thank you for bringing such beauty to the world.
You’re very kind. Thank you Corinne.
“For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.”
Yes, thanks Myrna.
Whether it’s heaven or Woodstock, it’s a dream worth having. Read something today that Woodstock wasn’t actually at Woodstock but at Bethel, NY. Bethel in Hebrew is “house of God.”
Interesting. Thanks Sam.
Lovely Steve. Powdery soft light -most serene.
Thanks Joanne!
Those moments of fleeting rapture are heaven enough for me. “… different kind of flesh.” is one of those moments for me. Thanks
Thank you Ray. You are wise.
Again, you speak to the inside of our souls, knocking on the walls helping us to free ourselves. This poem brought tears to my eyes. Thank you for kindly sharing with us.
Thank you so much for lovely words Rianne!