The White Light Poem by alex sarich

I walked into a dark corridor
of an ageing time past
faded when I greeted slumber.
A nightmare scorned
for a greater moment
I felt a tender echo
of your voice, not far away.
In the chambers of my heart
a message sent from an angel
dreaming, laying somatic
calm within, a resurrection took place.
No longer did I have to wait
for a 'White Light' to appear.
I held you Son
in my arms so tightly
your flesh burning against mine.
A smile radiant in
photographic memories
stir my awaking eyes, blurred
from a numinous slumber.
Your light will shine forever,
a sign I will cherish in lamentation.

AM Sarich Nov 2011