This Beautiful Life (R) Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Going to traverse the Meiringspoort gateway to the
Cape swaying up on top of a double-decker bus while
the mountainside towers above us, the last time I was
scared, saying prayers on the bus as dusk deepened
this time I am prepared to enjoy being scared, driving
through the night while watching all the movies being
shown to torture or delight passengers

Sitting in the window seat singing to myself, practising
to spend time with myself - it is the only thing we take
into eternity, seeking wonderful feelings to fill my inner
sanctuary, love & appreciation being the only emotions
I want to treasure in my memory & when remembering
embarrassing things I try to erase the memory, hoping
to empty consciousness to enable a spiritual lift-off

Into the self-evaluating dimension without fear since
I’m learning as much as I can about spiritual life in an
endless non-physical sphere - wishing to leave the
process of reincarnation to become a melody living in
repeating rhythms that turn me into - a flower, a fairy,
an elf - symbolising the tune; I cast prayers into the
future for family, friends & all fellow travellers in

This Pilgrim’s Progress, life hereafter will be fun and
I’m looking forward to meeting everyone I never met
during this wonderful life on our beautiful earth…