The Next Place
Warren Hanson
The next place that I go will be as peaceful and familiar as a sleepy summer Sunday and a sweet, untroubled mind.
And yet
it wont be anything like any place Ive even been
or seen
or even dreamed of in the place I leave behind.
I wont know where Im going, and I wont know where Ive been, as I tumble through the always and look back towards the when.
Ill glide beyond the rainbows. Ill drift about the sky. Ill fly into the wonder, without ever wondering why.
I wont remember getting there. Somehow Ill just arrive. But Ill know that I belong there and will feel much more alive than I have ever felt before. I will be absolutely free of the things that I held onto that were holding onto me.
The next place that I go will be so quiet and so still. The whispered song of sweet belonging will rise up to fill the listening sky with joyful silence, and with unheard harmonies of music made by no one playing , like a hush upon a breeze.
There will be no room for darkness in that place of living light. Where an ever-dawning morning pushes back the dying night.
The very air will fill with brilliance, as the brightly shining sun and the moon and half a million stars are married into one.
The next place that I go wont really be a place at all. There wont be any seasons winter, summer, spring or fall
Nor a Monday, nor a Friday, Nor December, Nor July, and the seconds will be standing still
while hours hurry by.
I will not be a boy or a girl, a woman or a man. Ill simply be just, simply, me. No worse or better than. My skin will not be dark or light. I wont be fat or tall. The body I once lived in wont be part of me at all.
I will finally be perfect,
I will be without a flaw.
I will never make one more mistake, or break the smallest law.
And the me that was impatient, or was angry or unkind, will simply be a memory, The me I left behind.
I will travel empty-handed.
There is not a single thing I have collected in my life that I would ever want to bring
Except,
the love of those who loved me, and the warmth of those who cared. The happiness and magic that we shared.
Though I will know the joy of solitude
Ill never be alone. Ill be embraced by all the family and friends Ive ever known. Although I might not see their faces, all out hearts will beat as one, and the circle of our spirits will shine brighter than the sun.
I will cherish all the friendship I was fortunate to find, all the love and all the laughter in the place I leave behind.
All these good things will go with me. They will make my spirit glow. And the light will shine forever in the next place that I go.