Where there is solace,
One seeks the light.
For all nights to days
And suns to moons,
Sepulchers to You,
Just and kind,
Taking the child’s hand
And toys to that special place
Where Divinity is,
Surrounded by trees of life
And secret gardens,
Where Majesty grows its bounty.
And so I will go,
Carrying the bundle of fire,
Seeking water to flow
Over Time’s channels.
The key to unlock the gate
Is in hand.
Copyright© 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard
Image: Pixabay
Listen to my story.
I was a man who worked hard,
A laborer.
Dirt lined my nail beds
From toil that cost me years.
My hands were calloused,
But not my heart.
My wife, pregnant,
We were happy.
Our home, built and painted in all the colors.
Still, we lost that little soul too soon.
Our tears washed our souls
But could not flush off our grief.
My toil was not the cure
For this deficit in love.
Our loss stole our smiles.
We sat like trees for years
Rooted in grief.
Can you hear me?
Though torn apart,
We are not alone here.
This is my garden now,
And we are tending it.
We are family in loss,
But not in this garden.
Tell them who will listen.
Copyright © August 6, 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard
Image: pixabay 
Hello, it’s Mom. You called for me, so here I am!
Dad has visited you. Do you recall the dreams?
I called you shortly after everything,
You thought it was just static,
But I had so much to tell you.
I’m in a good place.
I can see old friends and play cards.
I’m learning about
How it is,
Who we are,
Why we are.
Maybe I’ll be back there
Someday and one day.
So many lessons to review;
So much yet to learn.
I recall everything;
You were a big help.
Don’t worry if you cried in fear.
I know you did your best.
I was not me.
I’m here for you now.
I’ll be fine; let go of worry.
Dad knows best here.
He’s been here before
As he told you.
We’ve seen all the old souls
In our ancient lineage.
You will know, someday.
I am more than Mom,
Dad is more than Dad,
You know?
We have many forms in this race.
God has God has God.
There is no beginning, no end.
It’s like a quilt, many stitches and layers
With complex designs.
As above; so below.
You are a finger of God
Reaching out to the human being until rebirth,
And so you will return to God.
And God will return to God as well.
Then we will be one again.
Essence to life to dust to essence.
We here know this.
I will return, and there are many who will
As will you.
This is our choice.
We are fine!
So glad you asked!
Let’s keep in touch.
Much love,
Mom
Copyright © August 6, 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard
Image: Mom and I enjoying one of my birthdays
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