Terry 2

I’ve lost the sun that lit my nights when all else are fast asleep.

A confidante, co-conspirator to help my secrets keep.

I’ve lost someone to share a joke in late night girlie bouts.

But mostly I‘ve lost a loyal mate who blew away my self-doubts.

When I too make that journey Home be waiting at Time’s door.

We will catch up on our friendship, then and evermore.

And in the eternal now of love our dreams we’ll realise

in the myriads of colours, scents and songs seen through our spirit eyes.

While we clothe ourselves in gowns of clouds, with rainbows round our heads

we’ll paint our lives with comet tails, as my friend Rudyard said;

visit stars and moons and suns and see that nothing’s dead

and catch up on the gossip, on the things we’ve left unsaid.

We’ll listen to the choir of gentle voices long moved on

and to the sound of spinning worlds and fires and  things thought long gone.

We‘ll smell the raging dignity of the colourful world of being -

the music of God’s handiwork that will be for eternity.

We’ll swim in the Sea of Tranquillity, climb the Pillars of Creation,

visit the Seven Sisters and the Crab Nebula ‘s rotation.

We’ll slide down spiral galaxies, ride the round-a-bout Milky Way,

spinning ourselves quite silly in the colours of The Play.

When we’ve seen all of these we’ll visit other universes

and marvel at the diversity of God’s intents and purposes.

Wait at the door, be patient for me, for I’ll see you there at this end.

Oh the things we’ll do and see and hear when we meet again my friend.