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Washing me in white light.
Will this be the morning?
Will I let the undoing commence?
There He is again, waiting.
“I've had it! I'm done. Nothing lasts here,
Even these dreams I have with you,” I say.
“I want the endless infinite, I'm ready.”
I take His hand. He smiles as always, so endearing.
As We float up, there is a soft ripping, an unraveling of a hem,
A slight tightening of a waistband,
Like that beautiful new skirt, with the flowers...
And the brown top I'll wear with it to my meeting today...
Oh geez, there He is.
He's taken a seat at a picnic table,
Drumming his fingers on the table top, dreamily.
I take His hand again, the Light expands my every pore,
My body is air, or is it at all?
Through clouds of Spirit wind,
Like the ones I noticed this morning,
Before the overcast sky rolled in,
When I started to wonder if rain would ruin the event this evening...
It would be a shame, so much planning...
Oh look, He's standing there, silly grin,
Like He has all the time in the world.
“Well, here We are again, “ I say,
“Tomorrow? Same time, same place? Maybe later today, even?”
He nods, my heart skips to know I am One with This.