He sat on the mountain,
His feet in the valley,
His Light a heavenly beacon.
Little beings rushed from the air, the trees,
the ground and holes in the ground,
from the river onto the bank of the river,
following the course to Him.
They all waved!
He Loved the harmony.
It was the Light they hailed.
"I Love You", He said,
and Jewels from the Light they Loved
drifted down near His feet,
and all the beings who'd rushed
gathered splendid facets
of themselves and glowed!
"Come", He said.
I looked up.
We followed Him to the Light beyond the mountain.
Submitted by: Naimah on 01/31/2018
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Peace,
As I come to share with you my feelings about this poem, about all of my poetry, She is present, donned in an illumined white robe, standing on a slope, hills in the distance. I have a right side view of Her and the beautiful golden yellow orchids near Her feet. Never in our three-dimensional world have I seen them so alluring, so beautiful or that color. She is turning to me now, smiling, lightly tossing orchids; the ground glows where each one touches. She waves, saying, “Well done”. I say “Thank You” and know that I have humbly brought more beauty into this world.
Orchids are appearing everywhere and among them are the most gentle luminous sheep, even on the hills. The Light in their bodies change from white to golden yellow like the ring of Light around the tail of Her robe where tiny bells are jingling. She says, “You have heard them before”. It’s true!
I Love the Light that is all I behold.
More Love, More Light,
Na’imah