Wednesday, January 22, 2014
THE NEXT PLACE -- by Warren Hanson PART II But I'll know that I belong there And will feel much more alive Than I have ever felt before. I will be absolutely free of the things that I held onto That were holding onto me. The next place that I go Will be so quiet and so still That the whispered song of sweet belonging will rise up to fill The listening sky with joyful silence, And with unheard harmonies Of music made by no one playing, Like a hush upon breeze. There will be no room for darkness in that place of living light, Where an ever-dawning morning pushes back the dying night. The very air will fill with brilliance, as the brightly shining sun And the moon and half a million stars are married into one. The next place that I go Won't really be a place at all. There won't be any seasons -- Winter, summer, spring or fall -- Nor a Monday, Nor a Friday, Nor December, Nor July. And the seconds will be standing still. . . While hours hurry by. I will not be a boy or girl, A woman or man. I'll simply be just, simply, me. No worse or better than. My skin will not be dark or light. I won't be fat or tall. The body I once lived in Won't be part of me at all. I will finally be perfect. I will be without a flaw. I will never make one more mistake, Or break the smallest law. And the me that was impatient, Or was angry, or unkind, Will simply be a memory. The me I left behind.
