<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=511503" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Psychopomp</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well I've been here before but I don't remember it clearly.<br>The traffic lights changed from amber to red too quickly.<br>My Psychopomp isn't here yet to guide me, I remember her <br>with angel eyes, a soothing voice, a voice I've not heard in a while.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's supposed to be a bright light but it's still dark, <br>a thick blackness surrounds me but no voices yet.<br>There's a neutral kind of warmth, not cold, not hot, <br>and I've left my body on the mortuary table.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I can still see it, it looks pathetic, weak and cumbersome.<br>I giggle in relief, now. I'm unfettered from earthly things<br>and wait for the voices to sing me to my long sleep, <br>my hours of peace before I'm reunited with the collective.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm an old soul and have made this journey many times.<br>Ah, here she comes now, my own special angel, calling me.<br>I recognise her and she holds out her hand to me.<br>It's a broad, plump, capable hand, reliable and warm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They come for you, non judgmental, make you feel safe, <br>then they guide you home. I'll have a little weep when I get there.<br>They'll have a welcoming party and all my lost relatives will greet me.<br>I haven't seen them in a lifetime. We'll catch up.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ruth+Walters">Ruth Walters</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=511503" data-title="Psychopomp de Ruth Walters" data-description="Well I've been here before but I don't remember it clearly. The traffic lights changed from amber to red too quickly. My Psychopomp isn't here yet to guide me, I remember her with angel eyes, a soothing voice, a voice I've not heard in a while. ..."></div> </div> </div>

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