Rest in Peace?
by Marcia Miller-Twiford
Friday, November 20, 2009
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It's always said, "Rest in Peace"
whenever someone leaves this life.
Nonsense, I say!
To rest in peace is not for me.
I've slept enough in this lifetime.
When I travel on I choose not to repose.
Young and vibrant again
I want to dance with butterflies through
fields of wildflowers,
sit on a crescent moon and watch
the stars fly by,
look at the face of God and
hear Him say to me,
"Well done daughter, welcome home."
I want to be at those gates of pearl
when those who've done evil
approach to enter, and
hear St. Peter say,
"To the likes of you,
these gates are closed."
© Marcia Miller-Twiford
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|Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci
|Reviewed by The Poetess
|Enchanting. A beautiful plan. I think I'll need to rest in the aura of peace and Love for a while, and then dance on the clouds and visit my mother and Aunt Ilene and Tiewaz and Little Girl. . .those whom I'm sure will be waiting for me.|
|Reviewed by Linda Hill
LOVED THIS!!!!! AMEN! ME TOO!
|Reviewed by JMS Bell
|I UNDERSTAND WHERE YOU ARE COMING FROM MARCIA AND YOU WILL BE AT REST. 'FREE AT LAST'... FROM ALL WORLDLY CARES AND CONCERNS, FROM ALL PAINS AND VEXATIONS... YOUR SPIRIT WILL FLY, DANCE AND ROAM UNINHIBITED AND BOUNDLESS... TO ENJOY OUR GOD AND ALL HE HAS PREPARED FOR US IN THAT SPECIAL PLACE CALLED...BEULAH LAND! HALLELUJAH!! THIS IS A GREAT WORK, MARCIA - ENJOYED. THANKS FOR SHARING AND BLESSINGS. JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS|
|Reviewed by Barbara Henry
Surprisingly wonderful twist to one's usual interpretation of "Rest in Peace."
To your continued success.
|Reviewed by Jon Willey
|a spirit to inspire the likes of human kind Marcia Miller -- from the heart, the soul, with gusto -- peace and love my friend -- Jon Michael|
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart
|Me too! I love your poem Marcia.|
|Reviewed by Barbara Terry
|We are always told that the streets of heaven are paved with gold. If heaven has streets, and Jesus went toprepare us a room in His father's house, then there is no repose in heaven, but one party after another for all eternity. Your poem makes us all think about that little phrase, "rest in peace" and what it truly means. Thank you for sharing.
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and who love you, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your den sister, Barbie.
|Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle
|Great poem,I enjoy reading it.take care|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|we can never rest in peace, for that would only hinder our momentum ...
i appreciate your approach to this subject matter ... well done ...
|Reviewed by Mary Metcalf
|well said my lady, i enjoyed reading your poem and agreeing with all your words, excellent words
love and hugs
|Reviewed by Liana Margiva
|EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva|
|Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper
|Your dreams of the "beyond here and now" are intriguing. Oh what joy to think we might all dance with the butterflies and run through fields of wildflowers. Nice pen.|
|Reviewed by Georg Mateos
|I have yet many chess games to play with Him...
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|I love how this progresses, Marcia. I hope there are Northern Lights in Heaven: want to dance with 'em. :) Beautifully imaged and penned, well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen
|Lively spirit herein, Marcia. Surely nothing beats dancing with butterflies through fields of wildflowers! Well done.
|Reviewed by John Bidwell
|They also say, "Let light perpetual shine upon them."
Like you go to some great tanning salon in the sky.
I like a night once in a while, see some stars, build a fire.
Candles are fine.
They will bury me with a visor.
Never one for the spot light,