As I lie in the white bed, in a white room, I close my eyes to try and ignore the sounds of machines that surround me.
Home is where I prefer to be.
A place where golden fields ruled the landscape.
Where my body is constantly caressed by the light Northwest breeze, opening my senses to all that nature has to offer.
A place where peace and calm reign.
This is my earthly heaven.
But, there’s another calling to me from beyond this physical realm.
Just as beautiful and serene.
I’m struggling to accept the finality of leaving this home for another.
Am I so bound to this world which makes it difficult to want to move on?
Will it hurt to let go?
The blipping sounds of the machinery are beginning to fade…
…until all I hear are the songs of doves.