The following poem describes what I call "First Heaven". This is because it is the first place that most of us go when our physical life ends. It would seem that First Heaven is very solid and real, and in some ways similar to the physical world so that arriving there isn't a shock to our soul. I see through to this place clairvoyantly. Interestingly, many accounts of "Near Death Experiences" describe the place that the people who were close to death travelled to in wondefully similar terms.
I see light everywhere
Gentle warmth of unconditional love
I am drawn into First Heaven, somehow
Just here, not above.
I am free from life on Earth
From pain, suffering, happiness, pleasure
Back to my true home, somehow familiar
I cannot measure
……… The overwhelming love.
Yes! I can still think and see, still same old me,
I see my loved ones who passed before,
waiting here for me
I see their faces, young again,
Together we fly free
Across beautiful valleys green grass, trees, flowers
A very real Heaven created by the One with powers
………. Of creation.
Bereavement Grief, is perhaps one of the worst experiences that can happen. Often people are ill prepared to deal with the loss of a loved one or friend. The modern world around us that is advanced in science and technology seems quite primitive in spiritual knowledge, with no consistent view, or no view at all........
Now you’re Gone
You were here yesterday,
And now you’re gone, passed away,
Cruel death has victory
News came swift that you had died,
It couldn’t be, I screamed, denied,
Grief took hold, I cried and cried
There are no answers from the world around
If you’d been religious would salvation
This busy world knows not what to say,
Like an express train on their way,
Material lives, living for today
Science claims the answers in this modern world,
Life is dust to dust, so live to the full,
Young or old, boy or girl
My grief takes hold and overwhelming,
Bewildered, lost, darkness closing in,
Can’t accept won’t see you again.
My eyes are blind, but you can see,
I just don’t feel you near to me
Your soul is near, you still exist,
Life’s cruel illusion is a mist
Your soul is free of all the pain,
Yet you’re surprised, you are the same.
Heaven is beautiful, you know that now,
Others you loved are there somehow
Heaven is real, green valleys and trees,
Flowers caressed by gentle breeze,
Colours vivid, no pain, no fear,
A place like home made ready
for you there
You try to reach to tell me this,
Yet the wall between us, impenetrable mist
of material world teaching,
Souls don’t exist
Leaves me trapped in grief,
Time stops, I twist
Animals and birds most certainly have a soul energy, perhaps not as big as a human soul, but connected to the Spiritual Realm without complication
Little bird, on a tree branch up there,
Singing your song across the air
A message to other birds, I am sure,
To me your song is pleasant and pure
Little bird always seeking food to eat,
Then flying away to your safe retreat,
Little bird, you know how to make your nest,
Raise your young, and look your best
Little bird, little bird, on a tree branch, up there,
Singing your song across the air
You know love, you have a soul
I know you’re aware...................
The following poem describes how everyone is important, everyone is equal. Heaven looks upon every soul in this way.
Just a Number
To the world I'm just a number,
Along with all the rest,
Never getting anywhere or earning much,
Although I always keep trying my best
I know I'll never be famous,
And wealth never comes my way,
What little I earn goes on food and home,
As I struggle through each day
So, what colour is there in my life?
I ask myself many times
The same work and routines every day
Are the usual experience of mine
Yet what of the rich and famous
With their houses and property Fine?
For a person can only make use of
One room and one chair at a time
We are all breathing same air as each other
And however our friendships are sought
The best and truest of friends
Can never, ever be bought
A scenic view and the beauty of nature
Are things that we all can see,
And the experience of sport, art and music
Can cost little, and often found free
So when I think of myself as a number,
It's only an emotional test
The truth is we all are important
Yes, you and I are as good as the Best!
Earth is a beautiful place, and nature radiates it's own spiritual energy in every living thing, in every flower..........
Oh daffodil, your beauty of moment
Last forever, if time never spent
All year you hide away from sight,
To appear in gardens as Springtime Light
Yellow radiance as the sun,
In coat of green your leaves are spun
Soft breeze caress, you move and dance
Flower of love, colour of romance
You are Spring, and Spring is you
You are my image of life renew
My spirit lifts with you nearby,
I scarce can turn away my eye
Oh daffodil, your beauty of moment
And eternal dreams forever dreamt.
Our life is for a purpose, and every day of our life is writing a new page in our diary. The diary entries stop when we pass across to First Heaven. From Heaven we can review our life................
A Library in Heaven
My soul set free from my body, my life
I float on a path towards a building white.
The Heaven I hoped for shines all around
I breathe air of love, see beauty profound
Heaven is light, love, joy and peace
Beauty, safety, I feel wonderful, at ease
I see radiant Angels, sense power
- the Creator above
Overwhelming, infinite, unconditional love
Heaven offers rest, to recover from life’s pain
Then time to review, start learning again.
A brilliant white building in front of me
Is a place of further learning, a Library.
I see before me many books of life
For everyone who ever lived
their toils, their strife,
Their joy, sorrow, happiness, fun,
The times they had to fight, battles lost and won
I see a book now, with my name bold and clear
Should I reach to grasp it?
My Angel guide says “Don’t fear”
Each page is a day of your life we did give
Every moment, every minute
I may view and relive.
I open a page of happiness and joy
Go back to my childhood when I was a boy.
My Angel guide told me, in a most gentle way
to visit a page where my life went astray
Did I hurt others?
I was blind but now see
I realise the hurt, caused directly by me.
I can enter the page, and I’m in life again
At that moment in time when I caused someone pain
I can work it through differently
Not self-centred, but care,
Understand how others feel,
Learn how to share
I awoke, it was dawn,
Was this a vision, had I dreamed?
I’m alive, not passed away
To the afterlife that seemed
My vision was a message,
A lesson to learn,
Our soul is eternal
Spiritual growth we must earn.
In the spiritual realm time does not exist. The only experience is that of the moment of "Now". It is good for our soul - the person who we really are - to stop occasionally, to be still, and observe and think about the universe around us.
In stillness, look at a beautiful flower,
A bloom of colour, and fragrance,
- Nature’s finest hour
In stillness, gaze at night-time sky,
The stars, the universe,
- And wonder why
In stillness, let spirit wonder free,
Sense the love of God,
- True reality
In stillness, and peace,
For strength and guidance
On life’s difficult way
In stillness you may find
That time matters not,
Timeless peace rediscovered
- Perhaps almost forgot
We live our lives for experience. Those experiences help make us into whom we are. The experiences become memories, that, if positive, should be cherished.
Days of old, days of gold,
My memories are as autumn shades.
Life was nothing special at the time
But looking back I can now define
Those special moments that stand out
With a warmth and fondness that removes all doubt
That the nothing special was important to me
In this life that to others seems so ordinary.
The most important spiritual quality is to be loving and caring to others, to nature, and to the world around. If we can stay loving and caring, and put others before ourselves when life has been difficult for us, then we have truly spiritually grown.
A Person Who Cares
Please find me food, I’m hungry,
Please give me water I’m dry,
Don’t leave me, don’t ignore me,
Or I will surely die
You are a stranger her amongst us
In this war-torn famine land
Please show me that you care,
Show me you understand.
The stranger stopped and said:
“Your suffering I understand”
“I will lead you away from here,
Come, please take my hand,
To a place of food abundant
Where water freely flows
To a land of peace and freedom
Where children learn and grow.”
The suffering all followed this stranger
Her goodness they all knew
Are you a caring person,
Could this stranger perhaps be you?