Ribbons

Ribbons

I close my eyes to go to sleep

In the place right in between
Awake and not

I see a funnel of white

Ribbons of white coming to me

Beckoning me to go to another place

Another time, another hope, another rhyme

Yet my mind cannot handle the promise

I feel my being, my being pulled to this place

My mind cries out in fright of being left behind

Never to be found again, never again to know a friend

Or the kisses of an enemy

I slide into a fretful sleep

Interrupted by the disappointment

Yet at its foundation is a greater hope

I am finding the doors to great journeys

They are opening for me to see

Soon I will be stepping through

I will be a spirit in the Mist

No longer shaking violent fists

I will just bask in the unknown

Being molded by the hands of God

Being shaped into a shepherd’s rod

So His word may strike the earth

The earth will know His goodness

His glory will stream over the lands and mountains

All will know, all will see

From highest mountain to tallest tree

All will know, all will see

The ribbons of white are coming down toward me

K, Duane Carter 3-29-11

Flight of Fantastic

Flight of Fantastic

I am flying on the back of a winged being

Not a creature for He is not created

I cannot get a glimpse of His face

Nor a glimpse of His form

I only know I can feel His gigantic wings move

As I hold on for one glorious, terrifying ride

It was the music that led me here

Riding the waves of sound

A white ribbon, a torrent of movement

I find myself in a cloud, thick with warmth

Feeling the breeze, knowing I am in safety

Yet not knowing hardly anything at all

If I hold on, I will not fall

We come out of the shadowy clouds

Before me a great mountain

Stony spires rising high to the skies

Sunlight setting right behind it

A city of immense proportion

Yet more stunning was its beauty

I sat breathless wondering what world was this

Without words, it was spoken

The flying One speaks without sound

Only the beating of the wings

“This is an outpost of heaven.  It is one of the rooms of My house.”

I always thought a room was, well, a room

Not a gigantic beauty tucked into the mountains

A sunlight ethereal shining behind it

Air pure as the snowy sky

No fear, no doubts, no more of the questions why

Just a heart content, dwelling in the beauty

“I wonder how good this moisturizer works?”

I am back on earth

Yet the journey stays within my heart

The journey with the Spirit

Not just the sights I saw with my eyes

Left me mesmerized

K, Duane Carter 3-29-11