Contemplating When
by
Milton Howard
When I've passed through dimensions never seen, except by seers.
When somewhere, deep beneath the sod, the dust which framed me mingles with the dust of time.
Know then, my spirit and my soul soar freely; unfettered by time and space; independent of air and other earthly elements; and yet, perhaps at will, become or use them once again, to visit happily with loved ones left in this dimension.
Watch for the signs.
When fluttering ferns wave gently, and curtsy while responding to the breeze.
When graceful branches sway and leaves with susurrus rustlings chatter.
When trembling aspens shimmer in the sunshine and light the woodlands with their glister.
When fingers of the wind, like infants, play around your ankles, clutch at your skirts, caress your cheeks, and then blow softly through your hair.Who knows? Perhaps it may be me!
When some cock-robin struts before your eyes; a pigeon coos; a mourning dove thrice calls; old hootie foretells changes in the weather; or, when song birds sing an education to their young.
On sunlit days when yellow goldfinches merrily roller-coast above the dandelions; perhaps it's only me, gallivanting with joyous glee.
In those balmy summer afternoons, when cranes and eagles soar and circle effortlessly on the rising updraughts of warm air.
When swans and ganders honk their horns in warning; yet other birdies build their nests and hatch their young for you to see. Remember me.
When summer raindrops fall upon your garden, and flowering plants bloom brightly in profusion, which flower fairies tended with such care. Then I'll be there.
When humming birds do pendulum above. Remember me, my love.
Now, when I see these things, I think of you. But, then, you know, I always do.
When darkness falls' perhaps up there, beyond the farthest galaxy, is where I'll be; and yet, within the twinkling of a star, right here, beside your pillow will I come, comforting your murmurings.
When, before your upturned eyes, the thin white clouds which slow their scud across blue skies, form friendly faces, which you alone can see. Be happy. Perhaps it may be me passing by; watching and waiting.
And when it is your turn, I'll be there waiting; along with all your other loves to light your way, to see your face, and greet your radiant presence with a fond embrace.
I would it were. I would I could. Perhaps I can. And, when I die, I'll surely try.
Until then, I'll watch, and wait, and walk with you a while, when we can. Wrapped in each other's gaze, hand in hand, we'll wander down the winding pathways of the woods, until our intertwining auras become one. Then I will whisper in your ear, "I love you".
May you ebb and flow in harmony with the tides of the universe and enjoy the elation of your becoming.
May you awaken to the sunshine on many a glorious day to listen as the winds sigh softly through the trees, and birds sing age-old love songs to your world.May you laugh and sparkle in merriment, and meet with those who are worthy of you.
May you continue to be loving and giving forever.