As high sun did wane and cliff did shadow,
atop that jagged escarpment,
they saw a mass of blooms and greenery,
and birds chirped, life full ensued,
so high yet a heaven to pursue.
With no more than will they climbed,
tearing nails and fingers raw and bleeding,
eyes fixed on higher mind, where coloured life awaits,
and demons faded from thought
as heaven begged their presence .
Two days they climbed,
through howling winds and midday suns,
step by step to reach their goal, so high,
none could even look back, the past released,
future all they sought.
Then atop the cliff, upon the grass,
they lay exhausted; no sleep, hungry,
thirsty, barely conscious,
they gave thanks to be where life was coloured,
and spoke to them, sublime.
When they awoke,
ethereal maids sat before them
with platters of food and jugs of wine,
while sparrows darted back and forth excited,
as if to welcome them to paradise.
Is this heaven the girl asked,
so weak yet enamoured,
as these young maids giggled in response,
yet answered not,
and left them to be nourished.
They ate and drank and watched creatures forage,
chatter and live in peaceful surrender,
and everything glowed from life’s deft touch,
flowers in myriad colours,
brimming each path and stair.
Then appeared in grace,
a woman of flowing white robes,
so kind her countenance, a warmth radiated within,
and she sat by them upon the plush grass
and spoke in a soothing calm voice.
There are many choice we make,
each moment of life many doors of circumstance,
as forgiveness began your journey,
so a choice will end it,
after all you’ve seen is understood.
If this is heaven may we stay, asked the girl,
hoping this is the journey end,
and the woman smiled, warmly,
these are the choices of life, how you choose to live,
in darkness, in light, in between day or night.
For you create what you will,
every crashing sea, every summer breeze, still,
and to know oneself, and the choices we make,
is to know what we decide is right,
for the life we so take for granted.
Your journey indeed ends here,
with your decision as to how you live your life,
in heaven, in hell, in between or in denial,
the choices are yours,
this moment your epiphany.
Alone, the walk of denial ceased,
and flooded was she to see the evidence,
the truths that sprung like blooms upon the path,
that in her heart rang true,
as wisdom gleaned from dust.
And she looked around,
saw the beauty and gave thanks,
for all she wanted was just her decision to make,
in truth and true to self,
for all her life.
Tony DeLorger © 2016
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