Going Home

Going Home

Have you ever had the feeling that you’ve lived this life before?

Something known, without your knowing, something seen, you never saw?

A face, a look, a loved one, so familiar that it seems,

that the space which passed between them isn’t just amongst your dreams.

How many times I’ve travelled to a far off distant land

where memories come flooding in like swirling grains of sand.

There’s a vision of a finer world, a place of joy and peace,

where all the troubles of this world will forever cease.

A land where you are welcome, whatever race or creed.

A land where there is plenty, where there is no sense of need.

Each cherished new arrival is greeted with delight –

There is joy round every corner – surprise at each new sight.

There are buildings – oh so beautiful! Landscapes – oh so fine!

And then the realisation – WE ARE INDEED DIVINE!

No mortal could create this place, no human mind conceive it –

such wondrous scenes, I can’t explain – it’s hard just to believe it!

The beauty that surrounds me now – the sense of love so true,

I think Pure Love is willing me – to pass this on to you!

The strange thing is, Love’s always there, but somehow we forget,

then we return to our dear Earth, to try again – our lessons set.

Right now a distant memory is stirring in us all,

A Wake-Up call is sounding out, we’ve done the work –

learned through ‘our fall’.

Grace has returned, and we shall find - a ‘place’ is saved for all Mankind.

© Beatrice Pam Holmes