Jürgen Skupniewski-Fernandez

Journey to eternity

Journey into eternity

I felt my powers have been declining for some time now. Not that I was suffering or
even pain tormented me. Also no depressions took away my life energy.
It felt more like a soft cuddling on a well tempered heated blanket.
My breath was flat, my heart beat calmly and rhythmically the last bar to the song
of my life. My gaze was focused entirely on my innermost being; yes, it took meditative forms.
My facial features relaxed and over my face a gentle flashed adieu .
Slowly, gently, silently I said goodbye to the earth. I glided down into
a pleasant warm depth. And from one moment to the next I flew like a bird
over beautifully blooming landscapes. What a wonderful magical feeling.
Under me my whole folded life spread out.

It layed in front of me: my childhood, my youth, my weeping, my tears and laughter,
my growing up, my love.
Then my soul felt light and did not float alone through that unknown energy.
I saw all the other glowing flames circling about their lives as well.
Just like I did.
Then I heard a timidly soft sound; I listened to them. Guided rails
led me and the others purposefully in a predetermined direction. From far always
that inviting warmth again. Her source was radiated at the same time by an unknown source of lights.
I found at once myself in the heavenly hall; my soul body was humbling,
guilty, because on the throne before us sat the Father of all souls: the flame of eternity in its purest form!  
I wouldn't know how else to describe it. Even words were silent dazzled. The Lord of all glory surrounded by the brightest, purest light of all.

To him on the right, human traits shimmered, his son. A little distant
the prophets and wisest of the wise.
More and more, the celestial space filled up. From everywhere.
I, myself was surrounded by a group of children
souls. They lined up like all of us who arrived here well-behaved,
waiting and looking forward to a divine word of grace.
An unknown door opened behind us. Standing surrounded by red embers
and cried discerningly, "God has his own hell - you people!"

Then the LORD rose from his glowing throne. At the same moment, we were touched by
a touch of fragrance. My mouth formed into an open circle; the same happened
with all the other present souls .
And we're spitting out a foul-smelling grey haze. The grey fog that has been spewed out
was gathered in the upper part of the hall, filled with flowing light.
A choir of angels with their chorales expelled all grey from the divine space.
The door, framed by red flames and its dark shade, closed in a closed doorway
forever. That's when fear died!

Freed from all evil and sins, I returned pure and radiantly absorbed
into the womb of eternal light; forever connected to its universe.


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In den Gedichten hat der Autor das lyrische "Ich" durch ein vorwiegendes lyrisches "Du" bzw. "Wir" ersetzt, was eine kollektive Nähe zum Geschehenen hervorruft.
Die sehr eindrücklichen Beschreibungen leben von den vielen Metaphern und Vergleichen.
Eine klare und leicht verständliche Sprache sowie wohlgeformte Reime ermöglichen dem Leser einen guten Zugang zu den Gedichten.
Etwas für Lyrik-Liebhaber und jene, die gerne über das Leben philosophieren. Eine kleine poetische Reise, die den Leser zum Verweilen und zum Nachdenken über den Sinn des Lebens einlädt.

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