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Think about this…

During the early hours of a Monday morning, you are in receipt of a most vivid dream delivered by some one dearly loved and now ‘dead’.

It is a congenial meeting and much is discussed, and your mind is opened to truth.

The meaning of the dream is that it conveys, soon you are to join all those you have loved and in effect are waiting for you…

You awake with a blur of that experience, vague details still persist. However, it is not ominous. You fit yourself into the day, saying nothing to your partner nor the
children. But you are aware of the countdown. Specifications were given, yet no memory persists...

Are you lightened in your step? Do you see the transient world with a vision of awareness? Are you frightened at the prospect? Are you terrified as to your life’s conclusion? Do you take stock as to what you have? And as to what you have accomplished? Did you harm anyone?

What will you leave behind? Does God have white robes and a long white beard? And what happened to the fabulous girl you balled at college?

Are you going to be kinder to the people you now interact with each and every day on every level?
Can you be a little kinder, more forgiving and that very big word ‘compassionate’?
Will you start to smell the flowers, enjoy a taboo cigarette and see children play?

Will you buy pizza and ice cream for the family ‘just because’ you love them…

There are things to be done, putting ‘things in order’. And blessed memories are rekindled to be doubly appreciated and cherished…

All the while your senses are heightened, you appreciate the effect of one person’s life has on another. We are all little cogs in the big machine we know as ‘life’, and we each have a reason to be here. We are all integral to the whole...

Whatever the out come, be confident that you are returning home…

We take our day-to-day existence as to no purpose, something as to a sham battle
of existence. A battle for survival, yet with a little thought it need not be….

We never realize how late it is. In addition, is it never too late to say ‘Thank you’.

Kevin Bewley

 

Marden Rhapsondy by Geoffrey Brown 2009

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