I died last night.
I was led Home by Ofhi Tobi, the white dog who is the guide of Barb's people, the Chickasaw.
Heaven is a lot like where I am now. A double wide on a desert mesa. There were dogs, and a horse named Cinnamon, and neighbours shooting off guns for the sheer joy of it. Someone brought a Carl Gustav.
There were angels. I asked one, a black man with a shaved head, "What the hell is going on?"
He replied, "That's the best question anyone's ever asked, on coming here."
I said that it all seemed so real, unlike any dream.
"That's because it is real."
My body kept trying to come back to this life, and I was torn between here and Eternity.
I don't know how many times I came back to this place, and then bounced back to Heaven.
Finally all became still, and I was breathing Earthly air. Very shaky.
Since then I can't stop crying. I don't know why. It's neither sorrow nor joy, so far as I can tell.
I can't write a sonnet right now. This had been overwhelming.
The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is EXPLAIN.
I can't explain the tears, and I don't want to try.
I do want to explain to you that this is, not WAS, a reality. A place beyond dreams, more real than Earthly life itself.
But how do I describe the sounds and smells and touch that are never found in dreams, and are heightened far beyond what one experiences in this world?
Words fail, here.
I just want you to know that hope is affirmed, and I don't know how.
Sylvia is glad I'm back.
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