In afterlife will I see the King
with outstretched arms to me
Or will I sail a ship alone
across tawny sands of memories
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Really a poignant work of art set aside for sober reflection. An insightful creation written with clarity of thought and mind. Thanks for sharing, Jenny.
Thank you, Joelle! I wrote this after my mother passed away. I wondered if she was given an awareness that included seeing the things I had done, thought, felt throughout my life, and if she was given an understanding of my motivations and fears. And I wondered if when I pass will I be burdened by my thoughts, words and deeds for eternity, or if there is a blanket thrown over the bad and sad of our human existence so that only the good remains with us.
Will my eyes see colors differently Will I know the secrets of the sages or will it be but dark and dark and dark in silence, endlessly! A soul-stirring poem, so well penned. Hearty Congratulations Jenny!
An awesome poem. Very intriguing and thought provoking about afterlife. .Is it really a " new beginning as yet another newborn child" . I do hope so. Congrats for POD and thanks for sharing.
Will I soar across the cloudless sky with wings, or arms held out to spin and dive Or will my afterlife be a gauzy doorway to a new beginning as yet another newborn child.. ..deep poem
Awesome flight of imagery that has flown through many colorful imaginations that may occur in life after death. A well deserved poem of the Day. Heartiest Congratulations.
...a new beginning as yet another newborn child... Beautiful poem of sincere thinks.
Across the cloudless sky! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Your Soul knows the answer to this question.Trust in its guidance.Wonderful poem.. a ten from me..
A thoughtful write of what might be right but then there again it might not?
impressive writings on the position of the before and after life /// good belief that everything will there if I make everything goodly here
Will I soar across the cloudless sky with wings, or arms held out to spin and dive Or will my afterlife be a gauzy doorway to a new beginning as yet another newborn child.. praise you dear poetess Jenny for the selection of the wonderful graphic. This theme is now more than ever actual with corona deaths in the world. love. this poem. it touches the core. tony
Thank you for your kind words! Keep safe. Stay well. - Jenny