Two Guides Called Out
Poetry By Anthony James

From all-creatures.org
SPIRITUAL AND INSPIRATIONAL
POETRY ARCHIVE

Two guides called out to me
I followed them, happily-
Together we walked,
They, slightly before me-
 
Down a road we went-
Abruptly, there I saw
The most beautiful sight, before
 
An Ocean of water,
The cold air brushed a mist
Over my naked skin-
I could tell it was winter
But you don't feel cold
When you have no sin
 
There it were
Before a massive brown mountainside
Between the two a narrow road of sand
 
It was overwhelming
 
But the water never touched the rock
And the path of sand,
Would not wet a sock-
It was a Glorious sight-
 
I asked "will we be alright"
But I ran off without an answer
Across the beautiful white sand
 
And behold round the bend
At such a thing I saw-
A colorful mansion
Three layers of blue
And a blend of bronze
Of a sun's setting hue-
 
And a breeze of misty air
Upon my dreamy eyes
 
My Spirit felt 'Home'
But my flesh, took photos
On an iPhone...