MistiShadows

When I die As I die my soul floats upward Flying… Above mountains and lakes Free… As the wind Soaring… Like eagles The sun shines down and warms me Blue lakes sparkles beneath Beside it green hills tumble Floating into the sun… Colors turn to all white The most beautiful white you’ve ever seen It is there I rest in the arms of my father 4-6-05

Music of the soul Water flows over stones in the stream. Tall trees shadow the forest. I lay down in the soft grass and the Peace and comfort of the spirit surrounds me. My mind awakens to creative thoughts. Music streams from the sky. Soft yet up beat the music reaches my soul. It touches me like nothing else can. It lifts my spirit and I dance to it. In those moments I hear nothing but music and the spirit's voice. 7-20-04