Sparkling, sparkling showers of light swirl around me,
Lifting my soul.
Shimmering pinpoints of light dance all around me.
Music fills the air and I am transported through the magical air.
Spiraling upward, ever upward, past suns and moons and stars … glorious and ephemeral.
Onward and upward I fly, filled with ecstasy and exhilaration,
Whirling through space and timeless beauty, profound and still.
I am transformed into spirit, dancing and laughing with joy … filled and fulfilled!
I found the universe is filled with love …
Made of love, by love, with love.
All is forgiven, all is made clear and pure and new.
Songs and poems tumble from my lips.
Poems of gratitude and worship and knowing.
And that is the Mystery.
Editor’s Note: Hope Bradley Finley is a 95-year-old Mattapoisett resident who, despite the loss of eyesight and hearing, has continued in her pastime of writing poems and essays. The Wanderer is happy to share them with our readers.
By Hope Bradley Finley