We’re on the wrong side of the veil.
Here with the rocks and stones,
Where our carcass lies
And slowly turns to dirt again.
While on the other side, the light and wind of God blows by
And in a sun-like shaft of light The Spirit frees and soars.
To slip beyond that veil,
And see the Spirit flight.
Where breath, now ceased,
Becomes the solar wind.
And boundless body freed,
My soul, the light of every glistening star.
I see beyond the veil…
To where unleashed my spirit’s home.
I feel His outstretched arms,
He knows me as He knew me when…
Within my mother’s wound.
And, like then, He calls me by my name.
Brian D. Griffin