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Ascension
1 min readNov 6, 2019
Climbing up the stairway to Heaven,
I lost my breath.
Air became warmer.
Bright penetrating light,
right through to my soul.
So, this is what they talked about.
I knew the Host,
when I was a child.
Would he let me in?
Said he had a place for me,
when I die.
Is that what this is, death?
The ascension was hard,
as was my life.
I always looked up.
Did that cause me to fall?
Should I have looked around me,
at what was in the way.
Greed,
false pride,
selfishness,
self pity,
contempt for others,
all made me stumble.
The light pulled me,
toward its source.
Tender mercy,
unconditional love,
was this the God,
I thought I knew?
I Could not climb another step.
He pulled me up,
gave me wings and said,
“Come to me,
you are home,
rest now child.”
Patsy, November 5, 2019
