The Next Place.

After my mother's death this childrens book was given to me by my mother's hospice nurse. She wasa gem in my life, an angel of sorts. I hope who read this finds comforts.



The Next Place
The next place that I go will be as peaceful and familiar as a sleepy summer Sunday and a sweet, untroubled mind. And yet…it won’t be anything like any place I’ve ever been…or seen...or even dreamed of.
In the place I leave behind.
I won’t know where I’m going and I won’t know where I’ve been as I tumble through the always and look back toward the when.
I’ll glide beyond the rainbows. I’ll drift above the sky.
I’ll fly into the wonder without ever wondering why.
I won’t remember getting there, somehow I’ll just arrive. But I know that I belong there as will feel much more alive than I have ever felt before.
I will be absolutely free of the things that I held onto that were holding onto me.
The next place that I go will be so quiet and so still.
That the whispering song of sweet belonging will rise up to fill the listening sky with joyful silence, and with unheard harmonies of music made by no one playing like a hush upon a breeze.
There will be no room for darkness s in that place of living light,
Where an ever-dawning morning pushes back the dying night.
The very air will fill with brilliance, as the brightly shining sun and the moon and half a million stars are married into one.

The next place that I go won’t really be a place at all. There won’t be any seasons-winter, spring, summer or fall-
Nor a Monday, nor a Friday, nor December or July.
And the seconds will be standing still while hours hurry by.
I will not be a boy or a girl, a woman or a man. I’ll simply be just simply me. No worse or better than.
My skin will not be dark or light. I won’t be fat or tall.
The body I once lived in won’t be part of me at all.

I will finally be perfect.
I will be without a flaw.
I will never make one more mistake or break the smallest law.
And the me that was impatient, or was angry or unkind, will simply be a memory. The me I left behind.
I will travel empty handed.
There is not a single thing I have collected in my life that I would ever want to bring except…
The love of those who loved me, and the warmth of those who cared the happiness and memories and magic that we shared.
Though I will know the joy of solitude…I’ll never be alone
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2 Responses Sep 13, 2011

A beautiful sentiment. My mother died about six months ago after fighting lung cancer for 11 years. I am stuck in my grief.

((((hugs)))))