Notes on a lost meditative poem

About a 10 days ago, my beloved Glen found a piece of paper and asked me if I remembered it.  It was a poem that I had written some years ago.  I do remember now writing it but cannot remember the circumstances in which I wrote it  As I have always argued, it was like someome else had written it and used my handwritting.  Purist may not call it a poem, but I don't know what else to call it...  I thought I'd share it.  It has no title, but here it is:




There is music in the silence
There lays the voice of God
You discover your spirit soars
to places it has never been before
It feels like you have already been there
It feels like coming home
That is what we all long for

Go to the garden in the midst of darkness
Look at the Moon and the starts
When everything seems still
Listen to the music of the stars
Let the light of night illuminate and fill you
You will hear of the voice of Jibril

Think of happy memories and close yor eyes
You'll see the faces of those who love you
For amongst them, there will be The Earth Mother
With beauty and radiance, ready to embrace you

We fall, we raise--life is a constanc cycle
Always return to the beginning
and complete a never-ending journey

Do not despair if you long to reach Heaven
Look at the beauty of creation
Or the smiling face of a grateful friend
Or the innocence of a child
Or the eyes of a beloved man
For there Heaven and happiness, dear one.

Do not depair if times are rough
And tears fill your face
There is always hope.
Remember this: "A new day has begun"