The Homecoming

As I laid on my bed,
scenes of my life pirouetted through my mind.
Scenes of times, happy and sad;
of deeds, good and bad.
My friends and kins were all around;
their faces, uncomfortably grim.
I was breathing the last few breaths
on my deathbed.

As death stared in my face,
I thought of times when I had sinned,
and wondered, if it had to end like this,
were the misdeeds even worth it?
A passing thought came across.
If all could see death up close,
they'd all be better people
as I thought I'd now be, 
if I got another chance.

But that was not to be
as an excruciating pain rose up my spine.
It rose and rose, until one moment
when it all disappeared and
it felt like there never was any.

I opened my eyes in jubilation.
Told my wailing kins and consoling friends,
"Cheer up as I'm back",
but strangely, they wouldn't listen.
I looked further and found myself lying on the bed.
I now realized, why wouldn't they listen.
Another passing thought came across.
The "I" had changed its perspective now.
The "I" that was the body, "The Physical",
was now the soul, "The Astral".

I didn't know what to feel.
Rejoice? For my newfound consciousness
and that I was now the liberated one?
Or despair? For I had lost all my dear ones
and that now I was alone.
I beseeched God to help and
"The Eternal White Light" pulled me to the source.
I then realized I was not alone
as I told Him, 
"I'm coming. I'm coming Home."