From James Webb Wilson(Jim the Poet)
Vernon, CT U.S.
White Lights – White Clouds
I saw a big hole in a large white cloud
I stretched out to reach it
My arms were not long enough.
Sunbeams filtered through in dazzling display
A chimney of white light called to me.
It was a ladder with no stairs
Or a robe of light heading straight for me.
I could not touch it so high above
This chimney of Light and of Love.
I saw the circular hole in the middle
I heard the notes of a flute and a fiddle
Sweet notes of instant recognition
While the white light radiated through
This strong stable heap of white cloud
I could not touch it, not allowed
It was not my time to be lifted up.
I saw this shimmering white cloud that afternoon
It spoke to me without speaking,
But I saw it with a third eye
A mystic concentration with due respect.
I sat down but felt raised up and hovering
I think my aura was uncovering
As a bit of Heaven in a chariot low
Shined down through this massive cloud
I could not go, was not allowed.
But with my heart’s eye I could see
This emanation of eternity
Reminding me the white clouds
And God’s ove are free.
© James Webb Wilson(Jim the Poet). 2009