Roy Davenport

The Aura

The Aura
Was it my imagination or just a trick of the light?
For if I glanced slightly to the left or a bit to the right
a shimmering glow, that slowly changed its’ hue,
was clearly visible around his head and torso too.
The colors ranged from bluish gray and to teal green
with a soft golden glow around the edge and between.
What did it mean this shadowy glow, this visible force?
Was it energy that radiated from some inner source
And was brought to life by childhood emotions deep?
His crafted words stirred others from spiritual sleep
And were reflected in a dance of light very few could see.
But I watched in awe as his aura seemed to speak to me.
But I was not ready to listen and could not understand
that this light, this glow, was the life force of the man.
Years later, as a man, I stood and watched that same light
Slowly lose it glow and change to a dull gray like the night.
Then it blinked out like a candle snuffed out by the wind.
But I knew for him I knew it was the beginning not the end
and that same glow, those same colors once visible to me
would continue to glow and shine and for all eternity.

Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 23, 2011
Poem Edited: Friday, June 24, 2011

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Comments about The Aura by Roy Davenport

  • Jean Dament (6/23/2011 5:35:00 PM)

    A deep & moving spiritual poem that resembled Jesus. Well written. Thanks for sharing this enjoyable poem. I gave it a 10.

    Spiritsong

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