Whenever the whispering voice was akin

Time seemed to stop and all worries disappeared

It was if another world was at my feet and I was invited

The doors were open to adventure freely; there I awakened

Thunderstorms moved from where I’d come

Shaking the distant past, it crumbled there behind me

No cares or memories of where I’d been pilgriming

Nothing mattered accepting the mountains without valleys

The shattered mirror of fainted familiar faces

Found amongst the shambles of glass and pieces

Shoutouts called a name that I felt an attachment

Yet, set mine eyes upon a rainbow of brilliant colors

Louder called the tiny slivers of mirrored images

“Come back to us, you must not leave, please.”

Turning to address the pleas, I did earnestly thank them

Turning towards the lights rays, blinded momentarily

“But, I must go on my way, there is a rainbow of golden myrrh,

And angelic songs vibrating from the fountains, see friends.”

And a tug of war occurred whilst they yearned their prayers

The glass faces upon the ground had aromas of frankincense

The junipers lining the path set before the ascent permeated

The essence of the here and now waged a brittle battle

A tall man who radiated the warmest smile hugged me

Giving me a choice, that I’d never seen, displayed majesty

I looked at the broken mirrored glass

Saw faces of people from my present past

Heard their love and songs from a place I once belonged

Inviting me to return home, and then – clearly I did see that

The children’s eyes were wet with tears of loosing their father so dear

Compassion dwelling in my very soul arose to their immediate attentions

“Dear ones do not shed another tear, your father is nearby to hold you.

You see, I must transcend the sacred bridge separating man from all eternity

And I shan’t do it alone without your songs and arms of tender mercies

So sing me home then I shall find the way, lined by angelic children that love me

And prayed

2017 BoJenn

My Grandmother who taught English and attended Sophie Newcomb

Whenever the whispering voice was akin

Time seemed to stop and all worries disappeared

It was if another world was at my feet and I was invited

The doors were open to adventure freely; there I awakened

Thunderstorms moved from where I’d come

Shaking the distant past, it crumbled there behind me

No cares or memories of where I’d been pilgriming

Nothing mattered accepting the mountains without valleys

The shattered mirror of fainted familiar faces

Found amongst the shambles of glass and pieces

Shoutouts called a name that I felt an attachment

Yet, set mine eyes upon a rainbow of brilliant colors

Louder called the tiny slivers of mirrored images

“Come back to us, you must not leave, please.”

Turning to address the pleas, I did earnestly thank them

Turning towards the lights rays, blinded momentarily

“But, I must go on my way, there is a rainbow of golden myrrh,

And angelic songs vibrating from the fountains, see friends.”

And a tug of war occurred whilst they yearned their prayers

The glass faces upon the ground had aromas of frankincense

The junipers lining the path set before the ascent permeated

The essence of the here and now waged a brittle battle

A tall man who radiated the warmest smile hugged me

Giving me a choice, that I’d never seen, displayed majesty

I looked at the broken mirrored glass

Saw faces of people from my present past

Heard their love and songs from a place I once belonged

Inviting me to return home, and then – clearly I did see that

The children’s eyes were wet with tears of loosing their father so dear

Compassion dwelling in my very soul arose to their immediate attentions

“Dear ones do not shed another tear, your father is nearby to hold you.

You see, I must transcend the sacred bridge separating man from all eternity

And I shan’t do it alone without your songs and arms of tender mercies

So sing me home then I shall find the way, lined by angelic children that love me

And prayed

2017 BoJenn