What brings a tear of joy to your eye?
This week, my son was returned to me.
From the edge of the veil, he has come back,
and I weep tears of joy,
the sacred waters of my soul.
I give thanks to the flowing river of life,
to the ancient oak that stands eternal,
to the sky that shelters us,
to the earth that steadies our steps.
Spirits of air, fire, water, and stone —
hear my voice.
Guardians of the circle,
I honor your unseen hands.
Every breath he takes is a chant of survival.
Every heartbeat is a drum of renewal.
And in this moment,
life is more precious than gold,
more radiant than the sun.
I lift my gratitude to the winds.
I place my thanks upon the soil.
And may this blessing echo
through the web of all beings.
So it is.
My Near Death Experience Arts and Thoughts 