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My True Home

Hello!

My name is Andy Harley. I’m 28-years-old
and from Frederick, MD.

As a small dedication to your nice site,
I would like to share with you a poem that
I’ve written entitled, “My True Home”.

MY TRUE HOME

Drawn into tangible darkness,
Rushing high speed through a tunnel.
I’m somewhere between two worlds
Spiraling like water through a funnel.

I see a pinpoint of light in the distance,
Growing larger the closer I get.
But for some strange reason I’m not afraid?
And see it not as being a threat.

Entering into a realm so soothing
Of radiant, golden-white light,
Peace and warmth pours over my spirit,
It’s so beautifully — beautifully bright.

Moving with the flow of fine silk,
My translucent body glows;
Like thousands of tiny diamonds
They sparkle and superimpose.

A floodgate of knowledge has been opened,
With infinite waves of love;
There’s a pageantry of dramatic colors here
That just could never be dreamed of?

I see miraculous mountains of deep blue velvet
And spectacular valleys galore;
A waterfall dazzles with clarity and life,
This Elysian area I’d love to explore!

Drifting next into a garden,
With swaying grass so crisp, cool, and green;
The luminescent flowers pulsate,
Their shades so completely serene;

I hear music playing of harmonic beauty
That rolls like a glassy river.
Enchanting, mystical tones,
That would make any man alive shiver.

Then suddenly, I see someone in the distance,
Coming towards me to reunite.
This whistling person’s emanating glow,
Is such a comforting and glorious sight?

When I can finally distinguish who it is,
I realize it’s my Grandpap Jack.
He tells me that it’s not yet my time,
And that I must now . . . go back.

I could stay an eternity at this divine place
From just these few things that I’ve been shown;
But I know one great day for sure I’ll be back,
Because I believe this is my true home.

I was given the wonderful opportunity of
having my book of 62 poems,
“Till The Dreaming’s Done: Poems
Crafted For Thinking People”
(ISBN 1-4137-8232-9) published this year,
and this is actually one of the poems
that can be found in my book.

I was wondering if you would ever
maybe consider posting my poem
somewhere … anywhere … on aleroy.com?
It would be an absolute honor for me to
share just this one thing of mine with
whole plethora of good people strewn
throughout this great big world of ours.
If you would possibly consider doing this
for me, I would be forever grateful.

All the best,

Andy Harley

(This poem is approximately 20 years old,
it was originally posted on my website.
I read it again after I wrote “Going Home”
and noticed the similarities.
The Spirit World is very real.)

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How to Spot a Liar

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Pray a Lot

For those who bear false
witness against others.
Repeat made up lies
about their brothers.

For they will be known
a vacuous lot.
Devoid of truth, vain,
they will matter not.

Ignored by people
who will never buy
the changing story
of a skillful lie.

Falsehoods of others
dooms the traitor
to the life of a
reclusive fader.

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Thankful

I am thankful you’re alive,
grateful we are companions.
Many years has love survived,
together we are champions.

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