May 2018
THE TRAVELING LIFELONG BUSH POET
AFTER THIS
By Terrence michael Sutton, www.PoetryPoem.com/aussiepoet
AFTER THIS
I don't know if it makes others feel at ease
But re an experience I had once it's true..
When comes the time to move up the line
There is someone we knew waiting for you..
We here and now are spirits deeply within
But being in a material world here and now..
Those spirits need to be in a material body
To do the things it needs to do somehow..
This now class upon earth is a material class
And it's here that us as spirits function true..
To learn and experience the basics of it's life
Of right wrong , of real true love right through..
But after it's time to later cross over that line
No body of any material form is needed there..
The spirit there can function without one at all
And comes a feeling that's beyond compare..
I died once due to as they call it an NDE
And no way I wanted at all to in any way return..
But not being my time I was told to go back
As my material candle had further yet to burn..
My own father met me and he said to me then
That he'd be there waiting for me on that day..
And that he himself would meet me in that place
Take my very hand and there he'd show me the way..
So when we go or pass on from this class as we do
There is always a loved one we knew to take our hand..
And show us where it is we are going to in time
To a place and a feeling ever so wonderfully grand..
However we hang around for awhile here in spirit
To check on only how those left behind are here..
To try and comfort them as best in spirit we can
Those we loved and loved us with feelings sincere..
When in the next class of spirit only we find our way
To once again see those we missed so dearly then..
And they will welcome us all of them so happily
As time there is not the time we knew back when..
So worry not as they there can see our tears
And would rather us know that they are fine..
There is no religion there all are ever so simply one
There in a place where back here we'd call divine..
terrence michael sutton
copyright 2016
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AFTER THIS
By Terrence michael Sutton, www.PoetryPoem.com/aussiepoet
AFTER THIS
I don't know if it makes others feel at ease
But re an experience I had once it's true..
When comes the time to move up the line
There is someone we knew waiting for you..
We here and now are spirits deeply within
But being in a material world here and now..
Those spirits need to be in a material body
To do the things it needs to do somehow..
This now class upon earth is a material class
And it's here that us as spirits function true..
To learn and experience the basics of it's life
Of right wrong , of real true love right through..
But after it's time to later cross over that line
No body of any material form is needed there..
The spirit there can function without one at all
And comes a feeling that's beyond compare..
I died once due to as they call it an NDE
And no way I wanted at all to in any way return..
But not being my time I was told to go back
As my material candle had further yet to burn..
My own father met me and he said to me then
That he'd be there waiting for me on that day..
And that he himself would meet me in that place
Take my very hand and there he'd show me the way..
So when we go or pass on from this class as we do
There is always a loved one we knew to take our hand..
And show us where it is we are going to in time
To a place and a feeling ever so wonderfully grand..
However we hang around for awhile here in spirit
To check on only how those left behind are here..
To try and comfort them as best in spirit we can
Those we loved and loved us with feelings sincere..
When in the next class of spirit only we find our way
To once again see those we missed so dearly then..
And they will welcome us all of them so happily
As time there is not the time we knew back when..
So worry not as they there can see our tears
And would rather us know that they are fine..
There is no religion there all are ever so simply one
There in a place where back here we'd call divine..
terrence michael sutton
copyright 2016
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