A Presence
I think there must be a difference between how earthly and heavenly beings communicate. I often wonder how this is even possible. There must be a gulf that divides these two worlds and for good reasons. If we knew before hand what was to come after death, there would be no point in dreaming or hoping, or even working to become. We already know and though that takes away all fears, that also steals all our will. That leaves our journey beyond shrouded in mystery.
Lately, I have been feeling a “presence” that is strangely comforting. Several times I wake up in the middle of the night and would “see” or “sense” an apparition from across the street. I will get up and take a closer look by the big bay window and find nothing out of the ordinary. Oddly, this would make me remember you and how you will walk up and down the street as you wind down from your daily jogging routine. A strange sensation of warmth will overcome me and I feel calmer, less grief stricken and more accepting of your demise.
I feel you reaching through the gulf of eternity, an angel keeping me safe and secure. I do not perceive you with my five senses but with a deeper sense of intuition that you are still there. When you were alive, you used to tell me that death only changes our forms but not our hearts. The love continues from beyond this chasm and it reaches the people left behind still locked in human form to sense a presence.
Heavenly beings envelop us with a warmth of security; cloth us with a shield of protection; and arm us with a profound sense of strength to bear the weight of the world as we go about “living.” We live side by side amongst the dead but not in the way that we know. We are bound in a tight embrace, an everlasting love that can never be undone.
Lately, I have been feeling a “presence” that is strangely comforting. Several times I wake up in the middle of the night and would “see” or “sense” an apparition from across the street. I will get up and take a closer look by the big bay window and find nothing out of the ordinary. Oddly, this would make me remember you and how you will walk up and down the street as you wind down from your daily jogging routine. A strange sensation of warmth will overcome me and I feel calmer, less grief stricken and more accepting of your demise.
I feel you reaching through the gulf of eternity, an angel keeping me safe and secure. I do not perceive you with my five senses but with a deeper sense of intuition that you are still there. When you were alive, you used to tell me that death only changes our forms but not our hearts. The love continues from beyond this chasm and it reaches the people left behind still locked in human form to sense a presence.
Heavenly beings envelop us with a warmth of security; cloth us with a shield of protection; and arm us with a profound sense of strength to bear the weight of the world as we go about “living.” We live side by side amongst the dead but not in the way that we know. We are bound in a tight embrace, an everlasting love that can never be undone.