Finally my first POD is here after four years. I'm really grateful for giving me this honor. Thank you so so much @miraquill
Thank you so much my dear ones for your every wish❤️ and to be with me in my happiness. I apologize sincerely because it's really difficult for me to take out time to reply each one. I'm grateful to you all
This submission to the #alien challenge is my depiction of what a soul experiences during the first moments of separating from the body, at the time of physical death. Thank you for reading!
ANGEL ASCENDING by Carolyn Glackin Darkness calling Falling, falling Body giving way Pain within Unhinged, but then Just can't seem to stay Grand illusion Mass confusion Turmoil, chaos, strife Mortal coil Which caused such toil Untethered now, from life Confused, berated Alienated Can't dwell here anymore Uncertain of direction Seeking heaven's door Senses heightened No longer frightened Awareness comes to light Perception growing Somehow knowing All shall be alright And in review Life's every hue Now flowing through the mind Things said, things done Wars lost, wars won Are all there, on rewind Then in a blinking No longer sinking Establishing direction For in the end There is no death There's only resurrection Rising, rising Soul reprising As every angel sings And just arrived Well and alive The new one gets his wings. Copyright Carolyn Glackin 5/20/2021
Art credit: Name not mentioned. All credit goes to the true owner/artist.
I wanna meet you there, Where the rain drops meet the earth I wanna hug you there , Where the warmth of the hearts felt I wanna cuddle you there , Where the loving swarn are seen I wanna kiss you there , Where the flowers are blushing red I wanna hold you there , Where the stars are falling apart
DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP By Mary Elizabeth Frye
Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.