Brenda McDonald

Home

2020

On the day I am called Home,
My father and brother come for me.
My body, a leap ahead of my mind,
has already begun to surrender.
Feathered slivers, iridescent in light, taking flight.
My mother briefly appears.
The mother creature, with little mothering instinct, crawling inside the tissue of the web of my hand and continuing up my arm.
Assuring me she has been with me always inside me, as I was once inside her loving me, protecting me.
We are reconciled, we are one.
I am greeted by strangers and friends, invited to join them.

We walk through a strange, yet familiar landscape.
My thoughts continue to bind me to this world as I am led to the next.
I am shown my escape, my exit, my entrance, cluttered with diversions.
Are they real? Will my thoughts prevail?
My guides are now several levels below, urging trust...
I breathe, I step. I soar!