The Portal Poem by Irene C S ClarkHogg

Pegasus soars swiftly to the sky.
Strong wings will carry them on high,
Towards the place where those in patience wait.
His passenger, in robes of worn out grey,
Just trusts; for it knows not the way,
Leaving behind a dream of a glowing gate.

A place of healing and of rest,
A haven where the spirits can be blessed,
This home of peace and joy upon another plane.
Where there is no time or space,
Only learning how to earn a place,
Until in another form it must return again.

A metamorphosing dream,
A bleak surreal scene,
A meandering pathway, leading to a gate.
A child in robes of white
Stumbles on towards the light,
To meet the revelation of its fate.

A mother in a white tiled room,
Expels a generation from her womb,
With no awareness of the blending of the two.
Soul and body into one,
She welcomes him, her first born son,
Who has no memory of a place that he once knew.


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