Like limpid liquid,
Bob Boy poured into the crystal clear dimension
where his distinct family awaited him.
His limpid clarity illuminated each scribe
as his translucent spirit shifted by,
see-through music pulsating in the realm of rhythm’s flourishes.
Luminous wings fluttered as he passed,
feathers reaching out,
offering themselves to be carved into quills for the angel master arriving.
Colors of the rainbow
arranged themselves in bows to the sun.
Unclouded resonance settled in the Heavens.
Bob Boy was home.
poem by Jeanne Poland
April 11, 2019
in memory of Bob’s Passing
in Providence R I
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 