by James E Onuska
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Rated "G" by the Author.
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The skin we wear with all the wounds are soul has been inflicted with our spirit guides with us also.
You look so great in your monkey skin
a colorful reminder of your dreams,
a face painted with scenes of an afterlife,
the animals beside you at all times, waited and listened
at the right exact time,
for your soul to walk through that door
answer the sweet angelic voices calling out your name
before you run into that flame and are scorched;
burnt beyond recognition; your guides saved you
from the burning building you would have been trapped in.
Bodies fragile to an all consuming fire. Heaven knew you would be too late
to turn and run away through a blocked door; helplessly stranded.
I am glad you made it out fine,
your monkey skin survived the ordeal
the soul hung into the air and cried out your name
with the scenes of life rapidly going through your mind,
all the people you love so dearly were frozen in time.
Seeing their faces staring back in fear as your heart ached
for one more momet with them before taken away;
the love you had in your soul shined through
picked the pieces up of a shattered scene,
drenched the room with tears from above
all the angels must have cried for you
witnessing your soul in peril and all the ones you loved.
Hold onto that precious thought as you come to grips
with your own mortality.
Know you are special in God's eyes.; treasured in every way.
Why were you spared death from a raging fire?
Your soul meant in some way to carry on.
In the monkey skin of a hundred spirits helping you
in your time of unspeakable terror. They did what you couldn't do
Open the door to lifesaving air and heavenly skies;
unfolding tomorrows are yours to cherish
the sunsets of many nights continuing
when you dream you reunite,
with your spirit guides and animal friends
and the monkey skin you wear
a colorful reminder of your afterlife,
and life you were meant to live
will be ever thanked beyond that day
where the fires did not consume you in bed,
spirits led you to safety into the open skies
stretching for miles and miles,
you see God's face in them and the heaven's gate,
with the monkey skin you share with everyone.