The Witness Poem by Aileen Figueroa

True, we're not supposed
to see in order to believe.
I cannot help but wonder and wish.
I imagine what it must've felt like
to be one of the 12 disciples.

Happy with the thought
that there was a woman in their mist.
For those days and ages, again,
I cannot help but imagine everything
she must've given up to follow in his footsteps. The ridicule and disappointment from loved ones, the whispering mockery from everyone.

Her content shined in her eyes
with the Knowledge that she is bearing witness to the true message.

To feel her spirit and soul
gently flowding In the sea of light
and to be able to understand
some of life mystery.

Priceless.

Thousands of years have passed.
Still they don't understand…
Heaven, paradise is on earth.
The message is love.
To play and live like a child.

First let go of your anger
and find peace. The hope is that
you soon realize that God,
he lives within you…

Written by af-singlestar
Easter Sunday
4/17/2022